THE TRAVELING LIFELONG BUSH POET
THE FOREST OF MYSTERY
He was walking deeper yet into the forest
Searching for an old once miners home
And the deeper he walked into the thickness
The more he wished he had stayed at home
But on he went as the way back was now gone
And he became enchanted with it all more and more
As well as the many songs that nature sang
plus some little things he'd never seen before
The further that he walked ever so slow
The more he could not believe the sound
Like little whispers and the softest laughter
And he the saw smallest shapes that ran around
Upon the track he found footprints so small
And he was as sure as sure as can ever be
That he saw the smallest ever person there
Who then dashed into a hole within a tree
He heard the smallest lowest chuckles then
And he could feel their presence in the air
There's no way could he see them at all as yet
But he knew that somewhere they were there
He softened his step just a little bit more
And as he walked slowly around a biggest tree
There in the middle of this deepest forest ever
Was a small apple and a wee glass of milk for free
Placed right where he could find it sitting there
And yet more chuckles and whispers he could hear
He was a sure as sure as sure can ever be that
A whisper said .. We should have gave him a beer
He then slowly turned around upon the mossy ground
But not a little soul there was within his sight
But he felt now as if he was being welcomed there
And now not worried if was still there tonight
Not at all he felt here any kind of fear
And he sat there and enjoyed the little treat
And yet more little chuckles he heard again
And as well the scuffling of the smallest feet
He imagined that some they where dancing a little jig
As this would as well to them all be something new
So he was for now content to leave them un seen
But he knew now that little people still exist its true.
Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2011
Searching for an old once miners home
And the deeper he walked into the thickness
The more he wished he had stayed at home
But on he went as the way back was now gone
And he became enchanted with it all more and more
As well as the many songs that nature sang
plus some little things he'd never seen before
The further that he walked ever so slow
The more he could not believe the sound
Like little whispers and the softest laughter
And he the saw smallest shapes that ran around
Upon the track he found footprints so small
And he was as sure as sure as can ever be
That he saw the smallest ever person there
Who then dashed into a hole within a tree
He heard the smallest lowest chuckles then
And he could feel their presence in the air
There's no way could he see them at all as yet
But he knew that somewhere they were there
He softened his step just a little bit more
And as he walked slowly around a biggest tree
There in the middle of this deepest forest ever
Was a small apple and a wee glass of milk for free
Placed right where he could find it sitting there
And yet more chuckles and whispers he could hear
He was a sure as sure as sure can ever be that
A whisper said .. We should have gave him a beer
He then slowly turned around upon the mossy ground
But not a little soul there was within his sight
But he felt now as if he was being welcomed there
And now not worried if was still there tonight
Not at all he felt here any kind of fear
And he sat there and enjoyed the little treat
And yet more little chuckles he heard again
And as well the scuffling of the smallest feet
He imagined that some they where dancing a little jig
As this would as well to them all be something new
So he was for now content to leave them un seen
But he knew now that little people still exist its true.
Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2011
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THE FOREST OF MYSTERY
THE FOREST OF MYSTERY