In a disused homestead
To be a magician today I decided,
I emdroidered with beads all new dress
And I braided a crown of bright tree leaves,
And I went to a dry stump as the throne,
I touched trees by a twig,
And the local nature awoke.
The oak told me about the past century,
About homestead beside and about a man
Who lived here and planted walkways,
As fairies young ladies walked here,
And coaches with horses drove,
And a chained bear sat in the hole,
Trout for pond was grown.
And I froze in waiting for a miracle...