John Bliven Morin

Rookie (September 16th,1936 / New London, CT)

Little Grace - Poem by John Bliven Morin

Want to know where little Grace is,
when her chores are well and good?
Seeking out the fairy places
in the ancient, nearby wood.

Away from all familiar faces,
Father's, Mother's, Sister Mary's,
little Grace has special spaces
where she hears the songs of fairies.

Where the brook so swiftly races,
near the spreading fairy ring,
donned in taffeta and laces,
Grace can hear the fairies sing.

A song of ancient times embraces,
little Grace's heart, imbued;
when at last she homeward paces
with her little soul renewed.

Copyright (C) 2013 by John Bliven Morin


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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