The Gnome Who Stood Up Under a Tree
by Divinity 11 11
Thursday, January 01, 2004
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A children's book
Once upon a time in a land not to far,
(Actually you could get there by car)
A family of gnomes lived under a tree:
A mama, papa, and a boy with skinned knee.
The boy loved to play in the creek nearby,
To hop off a dandelion and pretend he could fly.
He played hide and seek with the animals until dark.
A group vines and small mushrooms were his favorite park.
One day a dark cloud appeared over the grove
As the animals fled to the woods in droves.
A big yellow monster came roaring up to the tree
That was being ridden by a man named McFee.
He brought the machine to a halt with a creak
While the gnomes fearfully let out a squeak.
McFee jumped out and landed with a hard thud.
His jeans were ripped, his boots caked in mud.
He stretched out his thick arms from side to side
And yelled out, "Aha!" with his mouth open wide.
"This is just the spot! I must make a quick call.
This place is perfect for my new shopping mall!"
He flipped open his phone and dialed the digits
And asked to speak to Mr. Flibbitygibbit.
He said, "I've got it! The perfect place!
There's only a few trees and a creek to erase.
We'll replace them with stores for shoes and more:
Water fountains, bathrooms, and restauraunts galore!
We'll need a big parking lot, with lights shining bright
So people can spend all their money well into the night."
He hung up and thought about all of that loot,
Then almost crushed the gnomes house with his boot.
He hung up a sign on the branch of the tree
That read "Future home of new mall by McFee.
He hopped onto his machine that roared to life,
Riding away and leaving the gnomes to their strife.
The mama and papa exchanged looks full of tears
And said, "We better pack; let's go upstairs."
The small boy put down his foot with a stomp.
"I want to stay here, where I like to romp."
"But listen, my boy, what else can we do?"
That man was so big; we gnomes are so few."
The boy said, "I may be just one, and I may be so small,
But I'm sure I could get help if I sound the call.
What McFee wants to do just isn't right.
We can't give up without a good fight!"
The parents looked at their boy with pride,
And then Papa gnome quickly ran back inside.
He ran back out with a hand carved flute in his hand.
And when the boy played and it could be heard 'cross the land.
"Now gather the animals,as fast as you can.
Tell them all that I have quite a good plan."
He shared his plans with all the animals that night,
And then they all waited for the bright morning light.
When old Mr. McFee came near,chugging along,
The boy picked up the flute and blew out a song.
McFee looked nervously around, not sure what to do
For he looked all around, and no one was in view.
He started forward again slowly and heard a moaning sound,
And when he looked up, he saw the tree branches moving around.
He licked his dry lips and shivered in fear
Then noticed suddenly, his moving gear!
The squirrels and mice laughed while beneath each tool,
As they did their part in making McFee feel like a fool.
His sign, helped by birds, started to float and then to twirl,
Causing McFee to jump from his perch and scream like a girl.
He ran back to town with one thought in mind:
A better spot to build he simply MUST find.
The gnomes and animals all cheered in delight.
Greatly overjoyed that they had decided to fight,
They owed it all to one little boy who stood true
Even when it seemed there was nothing he could do.
Dogged Drama Productions
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|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|Jessica this reminded me of one of my favorite Disney movies, "The GnomeMobile". It had the same charm and it was delightful to read. Great story poem. ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by Robert Blackwell (Reader)
|I love this poem/story; you have a gift for children's poems.|
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|a great poem you have here jessica. if you have noticed many of my poems are like children stories for adults.
i tried to send you a message of thanks for your reviews of my work, but for some reason it wasn't going through. so thanks
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Hooray for the gnomes and forest animals - down with more junky strip malls. Delightful tale, Jessica, and one that can teach children what they desperately need to learn - respect for nature. Well done!|