In Story Land

In Story Land great books can fly With tales of magic soaring high On wings of passion sailing where Imagination is the sky. Tales once imagined that we share Are born into that kingdom there If someone here believes in one Then there it becomes self aware. In Story Land great deeds are done By heroes not to be outdone Whose only limitations are The imaginings of someone. Tales both boring and the bizarre Take form from thoughts that wage a war And fight to one day breach the veil To claim their place among the stars. In Story Land their Holy Grail is woven in our spoken tale Like magic casting living spells Grants life to tales the minstrel tells. Timothy I. Brumley