Chatterboxes

In pencil lines of ages past,
Idea maps were being drawn 
Over the world. 

Story time in your wildest mind. 
What a wonderful. 
Magic animal. 

Mother to child. 
Singing a long song. 

Set sail, seaworthy vessels. 
Fill your holds with the sounds
Of daughters and sons
Wagging their tongues. 

Written down in ink so clear, 
Voices of a yesteryear. 
Dreams are whispered in an ear.