He-Hum Woods

Posted: June 29th, 2010 | Filed under: All Submitted Stories, Mythical Creatures, Rhyming Stories & Poems

By Kathy Y.

Into the woods – not any old woods
The stupid ball would roll.
During the day a great place to play
But at night one might meet a troll.

Meet a troll? – not any old troll
But a He-Hum of special size
With fuzzy ears, fangs and claws
And bright, fluorescent green eyes.

Forget the ball? – it’s a special ball
Autographed and caught at a game
And worst of all – his brother’s ball
And no one else to blame.

He-Hum – mad brother? The choice was clear;
The troll he preferred to face.
Better to die in He-Hum woods
Than to live a life of disgrace.

So into the woods – not any old woods,
each step left light behind.
He searched for the treasure, made vows to live better
And prayed it would be easy to find.

There was the ball – not any old ball
Beneath an aging old tree.
As he stooped to reach it the tree adjacent
Grabbed him before he could flee.

A troll – oh no! Not any old troll
But a He-Hum stood 7 feet tall,
And his mind was racing, contemplating,
“Was this worth it for my brother’s old ball?”

A bright light – what a light! Not any old light
Flashed before their eyes.
The Queen of Green Fairies was picking some berries
When she heard his muffled cries.

He saw his chance – not any old chance
As the fairy the He-Hum distracted;
So he ran for the clearing, the ball adhering,
To the field, the sunlight attracted.

Back on the shelf – not any old shelf
He put his brother’s ball,
And wondered if truly the He-Hum’s unruly,
“I might just go back in the fall!”