This old man

By Tere Tuakana

Surrounding an evening fire A group of children listen.

They listen and listen to the words, The words of an old man.

This old man he draws a story, A story from the ashes.

Together with the flickering fire.

This old man he weaves a story, A story from the fire, Together with the rising smoke.

This old man, he plants a story, A story of the past, And he plants it calmly.

The story rises with the smoke To plant itself in Minds that are green.