Moses Muliro


The Story Teller


I am that bird perched silently on a branch
And watched everything as it came to pass
So I sat in that abandoned and gloomy ranch
Somewhere in and around that land of grass

I am that old man who came from the forest
Every dusk with a broken stuff to tell a story
And not to be seen again till many days and the rest
Perharps untill the reborn of another story

I am the ghost that stood by
And watched everything as it unfolded
As the days like fox were very sly
The years like elephant trodded by

I came from a different time and space
Some call me Peter the great witness
Others say am a born story teller by face
But I, I am just a story teller!

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

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This poem was written on the 10th evening of Octobre,2013 at Shimba Hills Green safari lodge

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