I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .
The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother,Rasputin, inspire me still.
#906715 added March 13, 2017 at 3:17pm (edited) Restrictions: None
The Elf And The Dormouse
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain, to shelter himself.
Under the toad stool sound asleep,
Sat a bog Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened, and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter - maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile,
Tugged till the toad stool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gayly he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse - "Good gracious me!"
"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
-And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
Oliver Herford [1863-1935]
From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg.234
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Day 16- "The Elf And The Dormouse" is a fun little poem by an American writer, born in England, who wrote and illustrated for numerous magazines some playful children's poems. I thought it was time to have a little bit of a fairyland type of poem.
, inspire me still.
