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A Woodland Tale
A giant lived among the trees
a woodland home of oak and elm
of birch, of sycamore, a roof of leaves
but treelings bothered, pestered him
did run amok, did taunt and tease
play and run around his feet
did kick a shin, too tall his knees
go treelings in their raucous fun
but temper fraying, he, of them
and anger growing, angry on
picked and grabbed all one by one
raised them up with giant arm
shout and cry he threw them far
so far away, so far to land
but land they did where little lived
and there be strewn amid the fern
and that is why, dear all, you see
a clump of trees seem randomly
growing where no others come
a curious copse of trees alone
because a giant threw them
far from home
Copyright ©
Clive Culverhouse
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