~~ 347 ~~

~~~ Rainbows ~~~

The rain has stopped its falling as the clouds they move away,
And the stillness and the sweetness floats gently on the day.
Then, without a sound or warning, a rainbow comes our way
And we wish a wish within our hearts, that rainbow it will stay.

Because that rainbow it is magick with the hues within its fold,
And it leads us to our happiness, with the thoughts of pots of gold.
Those pots they come from stories from the days that are so old,
From the leprechauns and fairy's, those stories have been told.

They say, a rainbow comes from kisses, when the clouds they kiss the ground,
And they appear out of no-where, and they never make a sound,
And if you ever get to see one, be sure to look around,
For you can be sure there always is, a gold pot to be found.

But, gold is not the only thing that's held within that pot,
There's magick and there's wishes there, tied in that rainbow's knot.
And if you wish upon that rainbow, with everything you've got,
Then the wishes that you wish for, will come from that very spot.

To see the rainbow's colours, one should always understand,
That the colours in the rainbow have been painted all by hand.
They paint from top to bottom, from the sky down to the land,
And every colour you can name, is in that rainbow's band.

The leprechauns and fairy's, they work from day to night,
To mix that rainbow's paint together, to get the colours right.
And if you close your eyes and wish, and wish with all your might,
You may see a leprechaun or fairy, painting rainbows in their flight.

July 22, 2000

~~ 348 ~~

~~~ Looking for Fairy's ~~~

We went looking for some fairies
'Cos we really wasn't sure,
If fairy's they were real
'Cos we'd not seen one before.

So, we started looking in our garden
Under trees and leaves and such,
We just had to find a fairy
Before, it was time for lunch.

Mother said that there were fairies
'Cos she'd seen them there herself,
And she'd seen them in the kitchen
Sitting on a shelf.

But we couldn't find a fairy,
And we looked most everywhere,
And if fairy's were for real
We'd see one sitting there.

And we've be so very quiet
Just as quiet as a mouse,
Looking for those fairy's
That live around our house.

My sister was more patient,
More than I have ever been,
She would see the fairy's first,
If, there was any to be seen.

"Can you see it?" She said,
In a whisper soft and low,
"There it is, look,
There it goes."

"No!" I said so startled
"I can't see it anywhere,
And I really don't believe you,
And I really just don't care."

"Shhhh, be quiet," she said, "Or
You won't see it at all,
It's a fairy, it is,
Look, it really is so small."

"I still can't see it, silly,
You're making those things up."
And then, I saw it sitting there
On a yellow butter-cup.

We whispered to that fairy
And asked her if she'd stay,
She said, "Of course my children
I'd, never go away."

"I saw you looking for me
And you got so very near,
And you looked so sad and wishful,
So I suddenly appeared."

She told us all of fairy-land
And of the fairy games they play,
Then she promised, really promised,
To come back another day.

So, if you ever look for fairy's,
Don't go looking on your own,
'Cos if you see one who'll believe you
Or, they'll leave you all alone.

July 23, 2000

~~ 349 ~~

~~~ The Fairy Wedding ~~~

~ Part I ~

The cobwebs float upon the wind
Reflecting silver from the moon.
The time is right, the clouds are light,
The fairies will come soon.
Wisps of wind blows through the glade
Stirring leaves up off the ground.
They float, they wait, then hesitate,
Till the fairies come around.
Not a whisper nor a sound
Can be heard upon the night,
Except the sound upon the ground
Of glow-worms lighting lights.
Then the toadstools pop their heads
To form a perfect arc,
As a fire-fly come flying by,
To shed light upon the dark.
Then the tiny worms they leave their holes
And gather in a ring,
The beetles come, with a drum, drum, drum,
To hear the fairies sing.
The butterflies and moths come too
And flutter on the breeze
And the little birds with chirping words
Nestle in the trees.

~ Part II ~

Every things gone quiet,
Every thing is still,
There's not a breeze to stir the leaves,
As they wait in awe and thrill.
"It's nearly Time", They whisper,
As they hear the tic and toc
Of the rhyming chime as the hands they climb,
Upon the forest clock.
Twelve o'clock, midnight, "Hush!
They're coming I can hear,"
The softest beat of marching feet
Are coming 'o' so near.
The fairy queen she leads them,
As they march into the arc,
And with a dash and a sudden flash,
A fire-fly lit the dark.
The prince of elves has come this night
To take a fairy wife,
And he's promised to, with heart so true,
To love her with his life.

~ Part III ~

The fairy queen she waves her wand
Star dust, falls from out the sky,
As all the night, turns sparkling bright
While a moonbeam shines on high.
And lanterns hang by spider webs
That stretch from here to there,
And they, wave in the breeze with magick ease
Shining brightly everywhere.
There's fairy cake and fairy bread
And catnip tea of course,
And lots of chairs and tables there
With condiments and sauce.
And standing tall above them all,
Is the wedding cake to see,
With icing white that sparkled bright
With a bumble from a bee.
And a fairy coach with tiny mice,
To take the bride and groom
To a star not very far,
For their honeymoon.

~ Part VI ~

The fairy band begins to play
Its magick fills the air,
With silken gowns and not a frown,
They dance without a care.
Then! A bluebell trumpettee
And the fairy queen says, Now
It's time for you, to promise to,
And make your wedding vow.
The queen she spoke with wisdom,
Of happiness and fun
When filled souls, become a whole,
And two become as one.
With vows of love bestowed upon
The fairy bride and groom
With loving glance they danced and danced,
Around that wedding room.
But! The moon was slowly fading
Turning night to day,
With the sun the fairies run
And their magick fades away.

July 24, 2000

~~ 350 ~~

~~~ I Think it is a Leprechaun ~~~

Fairy bells and hollyhocks
They line our garden wall,
And the gentle scent of lavender,
Drifts softly over all.

A little face, a tiny face
Peeks, from out the ruffled leaves,
And the whiskers on that tiny face,
Waves in the summer breeze.

I wonder who's that face could be,
Or am-I, just seeing things?
But I think it is a leprechaun,
That has magick songs to sing.

I hope it's not a goblin,
That has mischief on his mind,
With his bag of tricks, and magick stick,
That do things, that's unkind.

But, I think he's disappeared
Or is he hiding just from me?
Oh! I've spied him in his bright green coat,
Up in a cabbage tree.

I'd blinked for just a moment,
And I thought he ran away,
But, now that I can seen him,
I hope he stays and plays.

July 25, 2000

~~ 352 ~~

~~~ The Fairies Will Come Dancing ~~~

Flitting through the meadows
Beneath the silvery moon,
The fairies will come dancing
Upon the evenings noon,
You will see them if you're quiet,
And if you're very, very still,
You'll see them all come dancing
Across the moon lit hill.
They'll bring with them their magick,
Along with pixies, elves and such,
And a caravan all made of jam
To eat upon their lunch.
And a unicorn will blow its horn
To herald time to play,
And the magick rings, the toadstools bring
Will never fade away.
So sit there very quietly,
Don't stir or move about,
Or they'll see you there, upon your chair,
And they never will come out.

July 26, 2000

~~ 353 ~~

~~~ Fairy Dreams ~~~

I snuggle up my pillow
In my warm and fluffy bed
And mummy gets a storybook
And this is what she read;

The fairy folk from fairyland,
Are coming into town.
So you must hurry, and get dressed
In your finest gown.
And wear your hair like fairies do,
And put slippers on your feet,
You must look nice, you really must,
If a fairy you should meet.

Mummy says the fairy queen
Is the prettiest of all,
And her husband prince, the prince of elves,
Is so handsome and so tall.

I wish I were a fairy queen,
Just like that story book,
And have a gown of finest silk,
How beautiful I would look.
With wings of lightest gossamer
And a wand of pure gold
And slippers made from softest down
To keep me from the cold.
And I would marry a handsome prince
On the very first of June
And we'd marry in the forest glen
Beneath the silvery moon.

Mummy says its time for sleep,
Time to go to slumber land.
She pulls my blankies to my head,
To wait for, the sandman's sand.

When I close my eyes to sleep,
All magick comes about.
I see fairies, elves and pixies too,
And this is what they shout.
"Come with us sweet pretty thing,
And see our magick land,
Come with us and have some fun,
Come let us take your hand."
The pixies pull me giggling,
Across the fields we race,
Through the trees, down to the glen
To the fairies magick place.

There are little houses everywhere,
And toadstools all in rings,
And lanterns hanging in the trees
They are the most amazing things.
And there are little shops and markets
To buy their fairy cakes and bread,
There are magick spells and potions,
And rings, to wear upon their head.
And there's bluebells and there's freesia's
With colours of every hue,
And dandelion and catnip,
To make their magick brew.

But, I had better leave they tell me,
Because the moon is going down,
And if the sun comes up too fast,
I'll have to stay in fairy town.
I'm too big to be a fairy,
And I have no fairy wings.
And I only know one fairy song,
That the elves taught me to sing.
Oh! The fairy town is fading,
Right before my eyes,
And all I hear is the muffled sound,
Of the elves and pixies cries.

I hear the voice of mummy,
As she rouses me from sleep,
And the dreams I had of fairy town,
I will forever keep.

July 28, 2000

~~ 361 ~~

~~~ Do Fairy's Live In Lampposts ~~~

Do fairy's live in lampposts
That shine, in the dark of night,
Or do they live in tree tops,
And fly different coloured kites.
Or do they live in gumboots,
Left at the kitchen door,
Or do they live in carpets,
Laid neatly on the floor.

I really just don't think so.

'Cos fairy's are so special,
They are so very hard to find,
And if you try to find one,
You'll probably loose your mind.
You can search and search most everywhere,
In the garden and in trees,
You can even look inside you stove,
Or in a block of cheese.

But, I bet you'll never find one.

You have to go to fairy land,
To see a fairy queen,
'Cos fairy lands the only place,
That fairy's they have been.
That is the place where dreams come true,
And there's magick all about,
And no one ever tells a lie,
And they never scream or shout.

And if you ever get to see one.

You'll have to promise not to tell,
Any person that you meet,
And never tell those people,
That you meet upon the street.
Your mother or your father,
Your brother, sister too,
You can never tell a single soul,
What fairy's often do.

'Cos if you see and tell about,
The things that fairy's do,
Those fairy's that you tell about,
Will come chasing after you.
They'll grab you by the ears,
And toss you all about,
And they won't care, if you scream,
Or even if you shout.

And they'll never ever ask you back,
To visit fairy land,
And you'll never see the fairy queen,
That's, so beautiful and grand.
And you'll never get that magick wish,
That's always on your mind,
And those fairy's that you wish to see,
You'll never ever find.

August 17, 2000