I’ve always wondered
where the elves go
when away they
must stow
from the land of
here and now
they disappear
and how
into their own
small space
through the
bushes they race
there they will
stay
through the light
of day
and out at night
they play
after stars twinkle
and moonrays cease
they claim their
piece
in an elfin grot
they nap and dream
and plan the next night
to gad about unseen
Wow…nice picture of the tiny tree thunk house
I love this too. A craftsman revamped a tree that died. It’s in a park close to where I live 🙂
And we are talking about elves and not trolls, right? LOL. Loved this one Lana!
Nocturnal elves, ha ha. A grot is from a line of one of my favorite poems and I found it actually means cave but I improvised to include this neat little house that someone made from a dead tree stump. Thanks!
Yes, the house is awesome. I actually thought it was just a doorway!
I think this is lovely and suitable for both the young and the notsoyounganymore!
I have always loved fairy tales 🙂 I adore this little house that someone made from a dead tree stump.
I absolutely love this piece.
Thank you so much!