Heart of New England

Chapter 49: THE WOODSY ONES

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About This Book

A lyric collection that moves through New England’s seasons, landscapes, and local history, blending pastoral description with folklore, legend, and occasional patriotic and religious reflections. Poems evoke shorelines, orchards, pine woods, and village life while honoring Pilgrim ancestry and the fortitude of pioneer women; other pieces imagine fairies, haunted houses, pirate lore, and convent gardens. Varied forms include children’s verses, contemplative nature lyrics, and occasional odes, united by a regionally rooted voice that balances celebration of place with quiet moral and communal meditation.

THE WOODSY ONES

Hear them creeping, creeping, creeping,
through the mosses and the brush,
The Woodsy Ones whom I can never see!
Now they snap a twig and falter,
now they laugh and whisper “Hush!”
As they dodge their little heads behind a tree.

Hear them dancing, dancing, dancing,
in the grass when I’m abed,
And singing at my window in the moon!
Oh, the fairy music bubbles
in my dizzy little head,
And I drift away to Nothing all too soon!