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The Woods Behind Grandfather's
By Everett A Warren
December 26, 1992

I walk down woodland paths
Paths where the rising sun gleams
Gleams on the frost crested leaves
That lay awaiting
I sew between trunks of maple and pine
Pine trees climbing to touch the clouds floating
Floating effortlessly above the carpet
Of fallen needles

I dream beyond years that faded long ago
Long ago when myths flittered through
Through the distant gray haze
Of tree trunks far away
I sense the sylvan majesty of the Kingdom Enchanted
Enchanted, dancing at the fringes of Man's eyesight
Sight alone not the sense that reveals
What is in the heart and mind

I leap nimbly into a circle of mushrooms glittering
Glittering with magickal dust that fills the air so sweet
Filled with sweet voices and songs sweeter still
That sing of woodland joy
And now silence! how curious the cacophany ceased
Ceased with the touch of my feet upon the groung
Upon the ground within the ring
Of faerie fungi

I walk down woodland paths
Paths where the rising sun gleams
Gleams on the frost crested leaves
That lay awaiting
I leave trunks of maple and pine
Pine trees lining the horizon behind the meadow
The meadow that coasts down
To Grandfather's farm

Father scolds for the forgotten tinder I was sent to fetch for Grandfather
Grandfather tries unsuccessfully to hide a knowing smile
A smile when he asks sarcastically where the tinder might be:
"Lost it in a faerie ring, did ye?"