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Faith Poem: The Meeting

Posted: February 11, 2013 - 7:27pm
McNulta
McNulta

 

I sought solitude as I strolled down a path,

Out of sight of a much-travelled road,

Another world beckoned, so I followed the trail.

Hopping before me was a white spotted toad.

He stopped at a toadstool, that was lovely to see,

It had the appearance of exquisite lace.

Without one croak he looked up at me

With a smile on his polka dot face.

A tree on my left had the strangest shaped bole,

Like an O, or a mouth opened wide.

Much stranger though was the vision I saw

Of lovely fairies gathered inside.

They were having a meeting, of a sort, so it seemed,

I could not hear one word they spoke.

I quietly knelt down with my ear to the ground,

Wouldn’t you know, it was then I awoke.

EVELYN MCNULTA IS A NORTH AUGUSTA RESIDENT.

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