The Magic of the Oak -Part 1- Collaboration With Chris Green
The Magic Of The Oak (Part 1 of 4)
A Green and White Production
The tree near my wall
has a door, very small
When I'm flat on my tummy I see
A handgrip in brown
A mailbox with crown
But the whole is too tiny for me
A window frame blue
That they can look through
When checking for rain from the sky
With a curtain of red
A sill for fresh bread
And sometimes a raspberry pie
A kettle all black
Small plates on a rack
All painted with herbs in bright green
Five bowls with a spoon
That know, very soon
Some soup will be served made of beans
The tree tends to smile
When after a while
An elf peeks his head out the door
A plump little fellow
His hat colored yellow
The brown one he already wore
His voice roars: "There's food!"
And all in good mood
Four lean elfs come tumbling in
They're all dressed in tights
Impeccably white
With small beards adorning their chins
(to be continued.....)
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July 11, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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