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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PUK-WUDJIES, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS First Line: They live 'neath the curtain Last Line: You'll know the puk-wudjies are somewhere around! | |||
["The Puk-Wudjies ... the little People."Longfellow.] THEY live 'neath the curtain Of fir woods and heather, And never take hurt in The wildest of weather, But best they love Autumnshe's brown as themselves And they are the brownest of all the brown elves; When loud sings the West Wind, The bravest and best wind, And puddles are shining in all the cart ruts, They turn up the dead leaves, The russet and red leaves, Where squirrels have taught them to look out for nuts! The hedge-cutters hear them Where berries are glowing, The scythe circles near them At time of the mowing, But most they love woodlands when Autumn's winds pipe, And all through the cover the beechnuts are ripe, And great spikey chestnuts, The biggest and best nuts, Blown down in the ditches, fair windfalls lie cast, And no tree begrudges The little Puk-Wudjies A pocket of acorns, a handful of mast! So should you be roaming Where branches are sighing, When up in the gloaming The moon-wrack is flying, And hear through the darkness, again and again, What's neither the wind nor the spatter of rain A flutter, a flurry, A scuffle, a scurry, A bump like the rabbits' that bump on the ground, A patter, a bustle Of small things that rustle, You'll know the Puk-Wudjies are somewhere around! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLASSICAL CONTRAST by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS A DREAM by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS A JEWELLED SELL by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS A MARCH BROWN by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS A SONG OF SYRINX by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS A STORY OF A, B, C by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS AN EMPTY SADDLE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS AN URBAN ECLOGUE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS ANCESTORS by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS APRIL IN 'THE STREET' by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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