Green Beads

Ya ya, I know I already posted this somewhere else, but I love it so. It was my sisters favourite poem when she was about eight years old. My other sister did a fantastic Gollum impression (I personally didn't do goblins and I didn't do Gollums, I just slunk around looking for a book to crawl back under my log with).

Overheard on a Saltmarsh ~ by Harold Monro

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.

No.

Give them me, give them me.

No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I want them.

No.

I will howl in a deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.

No.