The stories would lift me up,the words like a breeze beneathbutterfly wings,and take me far from the pain in my bellyand the tight knot of my heartI hope they will have stories at my school.If they don't know how,perhaps I can teach them.It isn't such a hard thing.All you must do is sayOnce there was...and let your hoping find the words.

All you must do is say 'Once there was...' and let your hoping find the words.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

Our stories don't make their homes in heavy books. We hold our stories in our songs.