PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

On a mid summer eve,
Plans I began to
conceive.
Sitting where the soft wind
blows,
A stream of gentle water
flows.
Close to a large oak tree,
Where my spirit could
be free.
Thinking along the lines,
Another place, other times.
Where little people live and
dwell.
Wishing all of them well.
Began to think I believe,
I believe, in little people,
I believe.
A small fairy did appear,
Coming out of nowhere.
It was all very clear,
I simply asked, "what's
your name dear.
Bramble Goblinfilter, is
my name,
Call me Bramble, if it's
all the same.

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