The Boy And His Wolf
The two rebels of the forest
In the middle of the forest
In the land of the fairies,
There lived a little boy
And his wolf of the prairies.
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Oh, the adventures they saw
This little boy and his puppy,
They climbed forest trees
Playing until they’re muddy.
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They chatted to each other
Told far fetched, odd stories,
Of fairies they had run into
When exploring their territory.
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They wanted so badly to fly
And the puppy grinned in glee,
As the fairies held him high
As they flew through the trees.
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The little boy stood clapping
Knowing it was his turn next,
He knows no one else believes
Saying it was all special effects.
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But he knew he and his puppy
Flew over the trees, way up high,
As they touched the soft clouds
At the very top of the blue sky.
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After the fairies set them down
The boy and his wolf raced off,
Looking for treasure in the forest
Until the boy started to cough.
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The boy climbed onto his pup
The wolf run as fast as he could,
He had to find the fairies again
His boy was sick, he understood.
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At the treehouse they rushed
Putting the boy into a dry bed,
Waving wands, casting spells
The wolf thought he was dead.
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But it turned out to be a dream
The evil witch had cast a spell,
The boy and his wolf too strong
Together, the two always rebel.
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The witch had met her match
The boy and wolf may be young,
Together, wolf, boy and fairies
Captured and cut out her tongue.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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