In the whisper of my dreams
The Wee Ones spoke
“ ‘Tis a house we need,
For we’re your kin folk.”
“Recycle some goods
That we may soon use
To construct our abode
From objects we’ll choose.”
I set out a few pots
A grass mat and glue,
A dish full of beads
Some sticks and bark too.
Then…In the winds of my dreams
I heard crunches and dings
A tinkling of pebbles,
Like a brook in the rain.
I awoke to the flutter
Of wings on dawn’s light
Looked out in the yard
There twinkled a sight!
A wee crooked house
Topped with a tippy tower
All covered in stones,
Dripping mosses and flowers.
A golden sand path
Wound to the bark door.
Beaded entry and windows
Sparkled rainbows of color.
In the veil of my dreams
The Wee Ones had toiled.
Their magic surpassed
And never was foiled.
In the whisper of my dreams
The Wee Ones spoke
“ ‘Tis a house we need,
For we’re your kin folk.”
“Recycle some goods
That we may soon use
To construct our abode
From objects we’ll choose.”
I set out a few pots
A grass mat and glue,
A dish full of beads
Some sticks and bark too.
Then…In the winds of my dreams
I heard crunches and dings
A tinkling of pebbles,
Like a brook in the rain.
I awoke to the flutter
Of wings on dawn’s light
Looked out in the yard
There twinkled a sight!
A wee crooked house
Topped with a tippy tower
All covered in stones,
Dripping mosses and flowers.
A golden sand path
Wound to the bark door.
Beaded entry and windows
Sparkled rainbows of color.
In the veil of my dreams
The Wee Ones had toiled.
Their magic surpassed
And never was foiled.