Elves Came To Shake Awake The Bluebells Poem by Mark Heathcote

The elves came to shake awake the bluebells-
but first, they'd to leave the warmth of hearths.
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.
After going home brandishing a blue jewel.
Sailing back-on-an-upturned-toadstool.

They sang, emptying 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 would begin to flutter
flitter and moths are dreamy-eyed;
to discover a new star - a new lover
'so it is we are left breathless to preside

As elves - bluebells break 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.'