Chapter Thirteen: Know Ye?

Know ye what a story be?
As sung by bards of old
Words oft spoken
Taken and woven
Into a web unfold

Know ye what history be?
As told by auld grandmother dear
When words fly past
Still time will last
And olden times seem so near

Where is the past
A legacy cast
That made a mould of me?
Would ye take
Hide away and break
The truth, my heritage
From me?