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The Death of Puck with captions
The Death of Puck In woodland and home Puck lies silent, his laughter stilled. For white bread and milk, this fairy's heart no longer thrilled. Yet in the quiet, chores undone, the mischief of his spirit a memory, Knavish he, dances in glades of yesteryear, now not to be. Once with a whisper of magic, the jester of the Fairy court’s delight, he no longer plays his pranks in the soft, silent hush of night. Now in stories told, poems writ, hearts aglow and spirits high, we bid tales of Fairy Folk a sad, yet sweet goodbye. For in each poetic line of favored past, a world we find, a treasure to sing again for fondness of, in heart and mind.
A Pilgrim’s Path
A Pilgrim’s Path | WoPoLi A Pilgrim’s Path On the edge of empire, the doctrine has begun, The reckoning of men for what may come. An American ventures on a pilgrim’s quest, Recantation sought, though none resembles, Tracing tides where an old anchor rests. At his execution, the pastor’s voice trembles. A Pilgrim’s path begins with the ripple of memory, Through storms, through war, through loss, through gain. A servant when he reigns must face eternity, The pastor’s memory fades, yet truths remain. Of the English and American, both set in heart, Their schools of thought tear nations apart.