Inspired by Meg Merrilees by John Keats located in A Children’s
Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers.
(Brimax Books)
Saying bah bah bah he looked into her eyes and fell into a sleep of deep with no pain to feel his way
Fey of nature she was called she who
could talk to the wind if she had a mind to and it would reply in tone of sweet
Strange haunting ways that shiver the
sense of all that met her on any way
Eyes of weird colored that made people
avert their eyes and crossed themselves saying protect us Lord
Treating all animals of injury she lent
a hand of soft sweet magic soothing healing the soul and body sweetly begun
Living in a thatch of wooded structure
of poor construction composed of mud and fluid from rubber tree for the roof
and dried rushes scattered a swept dirt floor
Today Meg found a little wee lamb with a
face of piquant features that was black as soot who cried cried holding his
little hoof to her to help to help be okay
Saying bah bah bah he looked into her eyes and fell into a sleep of deep with no pain to feel his way
Caressing head of small she cleaned the
thorn twisted in deep in little crevice withdrawing with soft pull and putting
healing salve between
Waking little Gregory up she had him
walk with wobbling steps until pain begun to fade away to none
Gregory left skipping happy little hops
of happy after he kissed Meg on chin of kind and went his way home
Meg sat in rocker of sedate with smile
of satisfaction revealed on a usual solemn face glowed glowed for the happy
expressed by he
By Felicia McCaw
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