A woolen vest wraps me
In forgotten childhood
I’m told my father wore it
And it had a twin – I took one
My sister the other
Somewhere she gave away
That piece of our past
A woolen vest wraps me
In forgotten childhood
I’m told my father wore it
And it had a twin – I took one
My sister the other
Somewhere she gave away
That piece of our past
The Witch went floating down the valley
Where the yetis never tread
She was picking thistledown and berries
And reading as she went
–
A Shepherd peered around her book
And asked her to find his way
The Witch pointed up the eastward slopes
Dropping a thistle as she said
–
“Your sheep are in my bean plot
And your dog is rolling in my beets.
Take them all away with you
And let us not again meet.”
–
Some time later a fine Prince appeared
And asked the Witch for a spell
She dropped a berry as she closed her book
And pointed west toward the fells
–
“Go wander there for a few years
And maybe you will learn as wizards do.
I said no more spells for Royalty
And that goes for Princes too.”
–
As the sun sank a Soldier approached
With the thistle and the berry
He had been seeking the Witch all day
And now showed her what he carried
–
“I hope you make a trade with you
For your thistle and your berry.
I am in search of peacetime
Of the quiet that is not wary.”
–
The Witch frowned and replied
“What you offer is not worth nearly
The price of what you are asking;
Be on your way, and quickly.”
–
The Soldier looked upon the Witch’s book
And then drew from his bag
A volume she had never before seen
Its cover humble, worn, and drab
–
“I have this as well,” the Soldier offered
“Though it isn’t much, I know.”
But he saw the glint in the Witch’s eye
And the book began to glow
–
“I will grant your wish,” the Witch told him
“And you alone may stay
Within the reaches of my valley
Which no troubles dare assay.”
–
So the Soldier won safe refuge
And soon bargained with the Witch
That each time he brought her a new book
He might have another peaceful wish.
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