This is the story of Ralph the Elf,
Who makes his home on my book shelf.
Reading poetry, the live long night,
Seeing the words, with his fairy light.
He can quote Browning, and Shakespeare too,
Recites Walt Whitman the whole night through.
Poe when his mood is macabre and dark,
Eugene Field, when he flies like a lark.
On my book shelf, there lives an elf,
Who to me is known as Ralph.
Who loves poetry with all his heart,
And from my book shelf won't depart.
He has become an ingrained part,
Of my poetry collection there in the dark.
Reading continuously with his fairy light,
Reciting poetry, night, after night.
9/26/10 Alton Texas
Coo, he`s a smart Elf and so poetic, I`d love one, great poem. really enjoyed it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is such a coincidence....That is what im called on stage...Ralph The Elf