To All My Friends That Live Up High



And To All That Live By The Sea







Spend A Moment To Look And Know



A Small But Valuable Gift From Me







If We Are To Say "This Is Our Place"



Our Country - Our Earth And All To Behold







Then Let's Be Thankful In What We See



And Enjoy This Earth Both Young And Old



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Sunlight shone from all around

Melting the blanket of snow on the ground

Flowers, bushes, trees galore

There stood a child staring with awe



Figures dancing in the air

Gnomes fishing and starting to glare

“Oh, if only I could fly!”

Said one of them staring up at the sky.



Mystical and enchanting creatures

Some with odd and very strange features

In the middle stood a big elm tree

Where all the fairies come to tea



Rabbits, hedgehogs, moles or mice

Any beast that is rather nice

All are welcome to go to the Elm

For it is the entrance to the Fairy Realm

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I met a little Elfman once,

Down where the lilies blow.

I asked him why he was so small,

And why he didn't grow.



He slightly frowned, and with his eye

He looked me through and through -

" I'm just as big for me," said he,

" As you are big for you!"
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One day whilst walking out in the wood, in a fairy ring I stood.
They came and took me away to dine and feast.
It was breath-taking to say the least.

They took me to their secret bower,
There stood an ivy covered tower. I went inside and my oh my! About a
thousand fairies were flitting by!

Fairies Dancing, Fairies sleeping. Fairies Smiling, Fairies weeping.
Fairies Frolicking, Fairies eating. Fairies sighing, Fairies Greeting.
Then the servants of queen Rosa the third, Arrived flying on an eagle-like
bird.

Their dresses yellow as saffron, emerald green, stepped aside to show the
queen!

'Come fly with me' She said to me.
We flew over the tallest tree!
Then she flew with me back to my very own bed. She stroked my hair and
kissed my head.
'Since it won't happen again treasure this night.'
And off she Flew into the night.
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Oh Little Fairy

oh little fairy won't you come out
oh little fairy I do want to see thee
oh little fairy I won't pester thee
and I will wait till you come out for me
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Mushrooms and Winkle Fairy

“High up on a steep bank in a dense carpet of green leaves covered in the starry blue flowers of the periwinkle, their bright yellow centres shining like stars, I gasped with surprise, for there resting gently against a large winkle shell was the most beautiful fairy I had ever seen, I hardly dare breathe lest I disturb her from playing with the tiny periwinkle which she was shaking in her hand, fascinated by the pollen which like fairy dust fell gently onto her face a thousand fairy kisses as freckles over her tiny nose….”
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As I sit and look into the darkness...

Do I remember the beauty I'd saw there today....



Or get caught In the present....

Forgetting that tomorrow the light

Will again bring all the wonders back.....



So I wait seeing the darkness

As only a curtain.....

Yet to be drawn back to open a new day.....
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{ THE ELVES}
Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
as men do, in this world,
but with more grace than most,
and are not immortal.

Their beauty sets them aside
from other men and from women
unless a woman has that cold fire in her
called poet: with that

she may see them and by its light
they know her and are not afraid
and silver tongues of love
flicker between them.

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Luelabrorne, King of the Elves is dying. Brought low by sickness in his prime.

He's barely four hundred years old. To the mourning elves this really is a crime.

Multiple voices cry out in a haunting lament as the king shudders and breathes his last.

The sense of grief is palpable. The age of Luelabrone has passed.

Now striding in is an unwelcome figure who once called the king a clown.

He was cast out two hundred years ago for accusing the high council of dumbing down.

Two guards step up to bar his way but he just pushes his way through.

A council member stands up to speak, but then he thinks better of it too.

In his hands the newcomer holds a posy of the white flowers that dot the forest everywhere.

He rests them on the corpse's chest while he kneels to offer up a prayer.

Standing once more he grabs the blooms and holds them over the monarch's lips.

Then he squeezes, squeezes until a single drop of fluid from the flowers slips.

There is silence in the forest. Not a single groan. Not a single cry.

Then the king coughs and judders and they let out a collective sigh.

The newcomer berates the crowd. "Can it be you've already forgotten the power

of the bountiful Corporis Resurrectrix once known to everybody as the elf raising flower?".

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The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants



The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --

At Evening, it is not --

At Morning, in a Truffled Hut

It stop upon a Spot



As if it tarried always

And yet its whole Career

Is shorter than a Snake's Delay

And fleeter than a Tare --



'Tis Vegetation's Juggler --

The Germ of Alibi --

Doth like a Bubble antedate

And like a Bubble, hie --



I feel as if the Grass was pleased

To have it intermit --

This surreptitious scion

Of Summer's circumspect.



Had Nature any supple Face

Or could she one contemn --

Had Nature an Apostate --

That Mushroom -- it is Him!

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A Dainty Little Fairy

When night awakes and the rooster shakes with its morning cry
a dainty little fairy mouth gives out a mourning sigh
a rose with peatles smooth and soft on which the fairy lay
is just the kind of bed to start the fairy's day

When brushing her hair and putting on her days wear the fairy does complain
because when she has to start her work it just isn't the same
she longs to have some helpers to help her with her work
then her spirt and bright smile just might give a little perk

When going for help and asking an elf she is putting herself in a dangerous postion
but when the elf led her to the queen her royal highness had come to a desision
and let her have some fairy helpers to complete the propostion
now the rose fairy is happy as can be if she will ever let you see
how fun her fairy work can be
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"The Faerie Ball"

I dream a dream of faerie queens and kings
in forest glade where I know faeries dwell.
The full moon dancing as the zephyr sings
Through cedar boughs and round the wishing well.

Oh romance sweet, a brave and noble knight
to princess fair was married on this day.
A royal banquet, such a festive sight.
Great merriment, we’ll dance the night away.

Sir Owl, from high atop a lofty pine,
acts sentinel. All’s well; his distant call.
In shadowed woods the new born fawns recline
too young to be at this year’s faerie ball.

No, don’t wake me just yet, it’s almost dawn,
Come sunrise, all the faeries will be gone.
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