What stories he told the children!
At the end of day,
When tired of play,
All bathed and well fed,
They cuddled in bed.
What stories he told then!
What stories he told the children!
Their eyes open wide,
With him by their side,
They listened in awe,
To fables of yore.
What stories he told then!
What stories he told the children!
Of shadows that crept,
While they soundly slept;
And phantoms that played
If first they'd not prayed!
What stories he told then!
What stories he told the children!
Now they feel a chill,
Yet repeat them still,
To their young and old,
Those stories of gold.
What stories he told then!
When were the stories told to the children?
How do we know the children were comfortable and at ease?
How do we know the stories were interesting to the children?
What are fables of yore?
When would the shadows creep and phantoms appear?
Who tells the stories now and to whom?