Josie Whitehead’s Poems

                 

                 

                 

                THE WICKED WIZARD AND THE ELVES

                 

                By Josie Whitehead

                 

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                The Elves said:

                 

                “Wizard, great wizard, what must we do

                To become famous and rich, exactly like you?”

                  The wizard replied: “You have all that you need –

                  Just work hard for me now! Enough of your greed!”

                 

                The Elves thought:

                 

                'But look how he lives.  He seems to do well.
                Now surely he'll help us with just one little spell.'
                  "A life without money makes us feel so depressed.
                  Oh please, Mr Wizard, just grant this request."

                 

                The wizard thought:

                 

                “I don’t want these elves to be richer than I, -

                To be strutting around, their heads in the sky.

                  I’ll tell them a lie – yes, put an idea in their heads,”

                  And with a smirk on his face, here’s what he said:

                 

                “When you see a full moon sitting high in the sky –

                 Here’s a little known trick that I think you could try.

                  Catch in your bucket the moon’s silver reflection –

                  You’ll see where she shines - row in that direction.”

                 

                And he pointed his finger to the river:

                 

                Each evening they waited, and looked at the sky –

                One night the full moon shone down from on high.

                  The elves took their boats and went to the river –

                  A cold wind was blowing, but they’d no time to shiver.

                 

                Far out into the river went three little boats –

                And sitting inside were the elves in green coats.

                  Far out on the river, the moon’s beams shone bright

                  “All that valuable silver!” they thought with delight.

                 

                But rivers can be treacherous, as people know well –

                And the little boats soon bounced along on the swell –

                  They crashed on the rocks and the little elves drowned –

                  And I’m afraid that a sad end was all that they found.

                 

                 

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