The elf of the wild woods and the gnome of the day
Called to the children to "Come out to play"
And they threw down their books and the things in their hands
And went out to laugh in imaginary lands.
The elf of the wild woods leapt wild and leapt free,
Leaping so crazy from oak to elm tree
And the gnome of the day sat and wove such a tale
With words and with wisdom and a good pint of ale!
And the children they danced and their wild laughter rang
Or they giggled and jiggled and quite loudly sang,
And their songs were about life and the things of the wild,
The innocence of living and the truth of a child.
Then their games were all over and night slowly fell
Over dale and the forest and green-tingled dell,
And the children soon found their frolic and fun
Had taken them far from the shafts of the sun.
But the elf of the wild woods saw their sad plight,
Saw they were lost in the shadows of night,
And guided them home with magic and hope
And a good shining length of magical rope.
But the gnome of the day fell soundly asleep,
Night-time meant nothing and his dreams he must keep,
So he snored down his nose and his thoughts, they did roam
From the caverns he slept in, and his forestland home.
The children at last were tucked up in their beds
And memories of playthings swum round in their heads
While the elf stood his guard by the giant oak tree
And the gnome slept his ale off quite noisily.
© Peter Rogerson 24.04.09