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By: Ayleth Posted on: April 29, 2010
Small and quaint, a familiar face,
never fearing, working at ones own pace
Rocks falling, danger creeping in
People screaming, scraped up skin
Closed off mines, happiness gone,
The hammer is missing, fading dawn
Secret pathways, country sky
Grass is there, growing high
Goats a jumping, sheep are eating,
Cows are growing, the sun is heating
Rocks falling, the hammer's found,
Dwarven villagers, Phaestean bound.
Sileris, bloodroot, valerian, moss,
Some forest herbs too, it's a toss
A valley indent, a farmer's fields,
Crops are planted, a shovel he wields.
The path is cleared, an entry new
Strangers they come, nonsense they spew
Small and quaint, a familiar face,
never fearing, working at ones own pace.