Wee Shaun
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It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature, --- or leprechauns either.
Shaun was a wee little man,
Who was known to sit quiet and plan.
He'd not put on shows,
He looked down his nose,
On those who tried to look grand.
Shaun for himself was prepared,
And helped others for he really cared.
He'd oft lend his hand,
To help beast or man,
Whatever he had he would share.
Other lads in the town called him callow.
They teased him and oft they would harrow,
This small, quiet man,
Who'd lift not his hand,
For these youths were crude and quite shallow.
One Spring day they came upon Shaun,
As he sat in a glade one fine morn.
They'd thought to have fun,
Once again with wee Shaun,
Of a sudden they found he was gone.
Though they searched and they searched all around,
Wee Shaun just could not be found.
The town blamed the youths.
Said in them was no truth,
For they'd treated him like the town clown.
And Shaun stood and watched in delight,
Hidden from all in plain sight,
For he'd changed his visage,
Just so he could visit,
And watch as they locked them up tight.
It seems there was more to Wee Shaun,
Than they knew and now he was gone.
He just disappeared,
And everyone feared,
The youths knew what happened to Shaun.
He returned to the glade the next morn,
And all there welcomed back Shaun;
For the glade was his home,
And no more would he roam,
For Shaun was a leprechaun.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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