Verse 1

The soft rustle of the pages turn, A historical record we will learn, For us our elders’ stories bring, The joy of knowledge like a low humming.

Verse 2

The carefully drawn map in view, Shows us yesterday from start to end anew, The old styling displays its beauty, Bringing timeless stories of our ancestry.

Verse 3

The wonderful aroma of ancient books, Strikes us with the startling outlook, As we take a breath of the old pages, Our imaginations quickly start to engage.

Verse 4

The smooth texture of the stories told, Lost times of even centuries old, Our emotions tend to start to rise, As a welcomed sense of nostalgia flies.

Verse 5

The oral history shared by our dear elders, Brigns knowledge to us that’s timeless, They’ve been through so much and deliver, With life’s lessons that will us lead us forever.