The Wee People

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    A simple write about the Wee people of Ireland

    The Wee People

     

    Deep within the forest green

    Sometimes heard but seldom seen

    Dwell the wee people of this land

    Strong of heart as well as hand

     

    Their dress is simple but quite quaint

    Lasses in pointed shoes and dresses daint

    Lads in coats of color and caps of felt

    Trousers to the knee with braided belt    

     

    On summer nights with moon on high

    They dance and sing neath starry sky

    They boil fine stew for all to share

    Spinning olden tales with an Irish flair

     

    Flasks of ancient brew are tipped

    Welcomed by each thirsty lip

    They speak of gold in whispered tones

    Hidden in places all unknown

     

    Their origin is a mystery for all to ponder

    Some say they are gypsies meant to wander

    Some believe they are gnomes with magic powers

     Mixing concoctions from twigs and flowers         

     

    Whatever the truth may actually be

    There is one fact upon which all can agree

    Their lore and myth have given much pleasure

    Spawning magical stories for all to treasure.

     

    ©Copyright Chares Gragg May 4, 2010  

      

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

            

      

     

     

     

     

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    jademelissa74 commented on The Wee People

    05-12-2010

    What a treat we have here! Charlie, you never cease to amaze me with the ability to craft fantasy through whimisical pieces that you possess. I love your imagination.

    Hampton

    05/12/2010

    Once we loose the ability to reach into our imagination than we are truly lost. Thank you.

    dahlusion commented on The Wee People

    05-11-2010

    Such a sweet, sweet fantatsy in all of its poetic imagination and creativity. Lovely!!

    Hampton

    05/11/2010

    Many thanks for taking the time to read and comment.

    earthly commented on The Wee People

    05-09-2010

    Light whimsical write-I'm Irish by marriage-my husband's a leprachaun-lol-Namaste...Earthly

    Hampton

    05/09/2010

    Thank you.

    WordSlinger commented on The Wee People

    05-09-2010

    I love this, and so true, and you have added to their existence, when your book comes out Hampton, please inform me and Maddi, thanks WS

    Hampton

    05/09/2010

    Your kind comments are appreciated John.

    icu2 commented on The Wee People

    05-08-2010

    Charlie, you not only are a great poet, but you are also a wonderful story-teller as well. I think you did a excellent job on this.

    Hampton

    05/08/2010

    Thank you Lori.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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