AT MY WINDOW SILL
I remember a night when the air was cold and still,
Yet there came a gentle knocking on my window sill,
Not at my door with a knocker shining and bright,
Where normal folks would knock in the night.

I opened the door and nervously looked around,
And there to my surprise lying hurt on the ground
Was a tall handsome wood elf as cold as he could be,
Unable to stand, weakly holding his hand out to me.

With a struggle I managed to get him inside my home,
I knew that in his condition he could longer outside roam,
He smiled and nodded his thanks as by the fire he sat,
Fed him some soup, soaked his feet in water on the mat.

I bathed the nasty wound on his arm and down his side,
Telling him that in this home he was safe to stay and hide.
Built up the fire high for warmth, then went off to bed,
Offering him the spare room where down to lay his head.

He stayed a few days until his strength came back again,
And his arm and side were free from infection and pain,
No gift can I give you for your kindness shown to me,
Save it be a wood elf’s blessing of joy and prosperity.

From that night when the air was cold and so very still,
And that light knocking came to my old window sill,
With sweet happiness I have been constantly blest,
And the produce in my garden have been the very best.

Food enough, clothes to wear, a safe roof over my head,
And plenty of fuel for the fire and a warm and cozy bed,
And a feeling of well-being fills my heart each day,
I’d love to have you all have a wood elf come your way.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 18, 2003