John Bliven Morin (September 16th,1936 / New London, CT)
The Searchers (part 1 of 2)
Bobby and his sister Mary
wanted so to see a fairy;
from babyhood their Mum retold
tales of the fairy-folk of old.
Finding such tales far from boring,
every chance, they went exploring
through the forest near their home,
these children would quite often roam.
Seeking under every leaf,
searching to sustain belief;
turning over rocks with care,
to see if any fairy's there.
Hedgehogs, rabbits, saw they clearly,
a passing fox sniffed at them queerly;
once they saw a full-grown hind,
but not one fairy could they find.
After a day of fruitless searching
tangled thickets, limping, lurching,
giving up were Bob and Mary;
thought they'd never find a fairy.
The day waned and darkness came,
and all the pathways looked the same;
lost, the children walked until
fatigued, they stopped upon a hill.
'I'm hungry, Bobby, and I'm scared, '
cried Mary and her brother cared;
he held her close while Mary wept,
until at last, the children slept.
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