Spoken Well in Tones to tell

            Over the coast

            Down to a sweet roast

            Storyteller there she is

            Blond and bright white

 

            Bathed in silky stripes

            Harp in hand

            Eyes made of sand

            Tranquil and vibrant

           

            Soothing, crisp, clean

            Life flutters to her words

            Drawings become younglings

            Trees shape into bees

 

            So she goes on reading

            Glossing her words

            Turning with motion

            Everybody gives notion

           

            Understood and believed in

            A loving smile she gives

            Those who watch, say kids

            Peace at heart

 

            Imagination fills the ark

            On and off the story rolls

            Down and under their clean little toes

            Coming round all in sound

 

            She lends a hand

            Making gestures

            For she is a storyteller

             Spoken well in tones to tell