Small hands fashion shields of stabbed leaves
Under the sycamores' drifting-off-leaves
Twigs, acorn hats, soft matted grass, dirt
Stick ends twirled, as for sparks, into damp dirt
Lace the propped twigs with vines stripped of blossom
Run for the pine cones, crack piles of stiff blossom
Flotsam local organic to fence in the faery folk
Zest in the playground to buildtrap those faery folk
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