Gathered round this old tree
So many tales to tell
Whispering the journeys
Of the ones it knows so well
Tied about its weathered limbs
Knotted cotton laces
If you look closely at them all
You’ll surely see the faces
Of children laughing merrily
While dancing in the sun
Barefooted in the meadow grass
Until the day is done
Then late at night when all is calm
And no one’s round to hear
The elfin folk gather soles
Then quickly disappear
They carry them throughout the woods
To those who need them more
Gently placing each worn pair
Outside a cottage door
Then back into the forest
Before the morning light
Where they must wait impatiently
To return again at night
This poem was inspired by Belinda’s, of Busy Mind Thinking, photograph, and her thoughts about the shoes that have been disappearing. I hope I did it justice 🙂 Thank you, B, for allowing me to use your photo and run with it!! ❤
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: ©Belinda Goddard – Used with Permission
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I can’t say that enough, to all of you, who reached out to us, prayed for Alyssa, called, texted and messaged. God heard you and answered, as he always does. My daughter is fine. She will always have to be aware of her symptoms, but she has a strong heart, in more ways than one. Her team of nurses and doctors were amazing, always guided by God’s mighty hands!
