kid poem

for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
a very remarkable history this is
have you seen walking through the village
were it not for that singular smell
grieve not for the invisible
i have heard that a certain princess
under dusky laurel leaf
skies they were ashen and sober
birds against the april wind
when a deed is done for freedom
out of the window a sea of green trees
these be
she knows a cheap release
little gate was reached at last