Elf's Came To Shake Awake The Bluebells - Poem by Mark Heathcote
The elves came to shake awake the bluebells
But first, they'd to leave their hearths warmth.
It was a tiny hamlet covered in snow.
Hidden ever so well; from grizzly trolls.
O how the Elves dance and played.
Within the memories of a distant glade
"Then went home brandishing a blue jewel.
Sailing back; on an upturned toadstool.
They sang emptying out their hearts-gold.
Like a wave, they waved goodbye
To a distant glade, tears uncontrolled.
Like a wave, they waved goodbye.
O with a heart of winter struggle
They headed home weary but happy
They climbed the mountain entombed
In ice; to sleep to dream and snuggle.
… Knowing butterflies begin to flutter
Flitter and moths are dreamy-eyed;
To discover a new star a new lover.
'So we're all left breathless to preside.
As elf's bluebells brakes their woodland cover
Where Elfish men are ever so well hidden.
O Shangri-La in their bunks, in their hearts
Taking, another dignified, doze by the dozen'…
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