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The elders tell the storiesAuthor's Notes
Their elders handed down
Like tapestries all woven
With threads of white and brown.
The elders coach the dances
They danced when they were young,
And eager was the necklace
Where hopeful beads were hung.
The elders wear the puppets
And put on quite a show
To teach the little children
The things that they should know.
An elder's time is precious
As light of winter day
So treasure those bright hours
If they should come your way.
This is the freebie from the June 2012 Muse Fusion. It was inspired by a prompt from Ellen Million.
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