A Priceless Gift

In the village a peddler walked,
And with five little children talked;
In the square he plied his trade
While for each child a gift he made.

Four children gave him gifts next day,
Said “thank you,” turned and walked away.
The fifth but smiled and bent her head.
“Thank you,” the grateful peddler said.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig (written long ago)