Poem Spinning of Tale

The spinning of tale

Is a blessing of the earl

It is like a magic wand

It is like a gem to earn.

The spinners of tale

Are a bush of grace

They are as wise as the sage

They are the crust

Of the booned heritage.

So the earth spins a tale

To the bright sun

The wind spins a tale

To the trees

The flowers spin a tale

To the insects and birds

The world spins a tale

To every turn of living life

So never quit a tale half

Tale is the epitome of life.

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