A storyteller

“A man can stand anything, except
a succession of ordinary days,” says Goethe
You altered the way I see
and even the way I feel
You ride the arrow
Of time and nudge your neighbor
To follow a voice you are following
Not the herd
But a voice from another mountain
A struggle to climb
The sweat and the joy
How to tell a story, a generous
Telling from your grandfather
You hear a Park Ranger and tell it well
One can be born twice
And be a storyteller.

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