I lay down upon the ground,
Lying on my tummy,
Waiting eagerly for
my grandpa to start his story.
He would wave his arms
As he told his tale,
His eyes expressive and dreamy.
I would sit entranced as he uttered each word,
My mind conjuring up images,
Of magical lands
and colourful frocks,
and beautiful horse driven carriages.
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