The Woodcarver.

Here is a little poem about another type of person who sometimes works in a wood it’s called.

 

The Wood Carver

Willie the Wood Spirit loved to play,
He'd dance and sing and run all day.
He'd teach the newborn birds to sing,
and mend a robin's broken wing.

Until one day, while running through the wood,
an evil spirit, before him stood.
He cast a spell to make Willie sleep,
and placed him inside a tree to keep.

There he stayed for many a year,
until one day, what did he hear?
A chopping sound, some scrapes, some cuts,
Poor little Willie thought he'd gone nuts.

The sound grew louder, it was getting close,
and before he knew it, he could wiggle his nose.
And soon he felt the wind on his cheek;
dare he open his eyes and take a peek?

He summoned his courage and opened one eye,
Looked all around and up to the sky.
When what did he see when he gazed up above?
A man with a chisel, a hat and a glove.

A man with a wonderful look in his eyes,
a man who listened and heard Willie's cries.
And set Willie free from his prison of timber,
that carver of wood, he will always remember.