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Open Poetry #32

Baccata The Elf.

Goldenrose
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since 2003-05-30

Posts 3665

0 posted 2004-04-16 04:58 AM

Steady now, go down the bank
and into the hollow.
By the Oak and Elms and
tall Weeping Willow.

Into the dark wood,
under the Yew tree.
Here you will find him, spring
he now longs to see.

All through the winter, he
has slept and snored.
The snow and ice, in his warm
bed he ignored.

Now he awakens from his sweet dreams.
To woodlands filled with flowers,
and fast running streams.

His food larder needs filling,
it is running quite low.
Fruits, nuts and berries he must store down below.

Collecting wildflowers to brighten
his home in the summer.
To wash all his clothes he must remember.

Long summer nights under the moon.
Listening to wind in the trees and
the call of the Loon.

A solitary Elf, happy and free.
A spirit of good he always will be.

''There is no need for temples, no need for complicated Philosophies.
My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness''- Dalai Lama

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