There he stood; storyteller, talespinner, timeweaver,
In his eyes were bright and glorious dawns, and joyful tears of tomorrow,
In his arms was humanity, sheltered and nurtured, gently prodded to grow,
At his feet was a cradle, laden with dreams and promises,
And in his hand ... and in his hand ... and in his hand ... was a star...
-- Chris Mohney, Birmingham AL
from Page 15 of Waldenbooks Xignals, Vol. XXXI Aug/Sept. 1988