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Post by Cat on Jan 1, 2016 21:50:11 GMT
Spring Magic
The world is very old;
But year by year
It groweth new again
When Buds appear.
The world is very old,
And sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come
The world is glad.
The world is very old;
But every spring
It groweth young again,
And fairies sing.
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Post by Cat on Jan 1, 2016 21:55:45 GMT
 The song of the Crocus Fairy
Crocus of yellow, new and gay; Mauve and purple, in brave array; Crocus white Like a cup of light,- Hundreds of them are smiling up, Each with a flame in its shining cup, By the touch of the warm and welcome sun Opened suddenly. Spring's begun! Dance then, fairies, for joy, and sing The song of the coming again of spring. |
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Post by SueA on Jan 1, 2016 22:02:05 GMT
Lovely verses Cat , something positive to think about.  |
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Post by Cat on Jan 1, 2016 22:05:16 GMT
Thanks SueA I got her works for Christmas as a childhood memory present. I will post to hopefully inspire us all through the darker seasons |
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Post by SueA on Jan 1, 2016 22:08:39 GMT
Great idea Cat, thanks. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 22:10:10 GMT
I enjoyed reading those verses Cat. I found them inspirational
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Post by Cat on Jan 1, 2016 22:12:14 GMT
Thank you @hywel I hope you also enjoy the rest to come, tomorrow onwards
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 22:13:40 GMT
Thank you @hywel I hope you also enjoy the rest to come, tomorrow onwards |
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Post by grindle on Jan 2, 2016 4:54:14 GMT
I remember the flower fairies from my school days, I had to dress up as polyanthus, I've never been the same since  |
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Post by Geranium on Jan 2, 2016 6:15:09 GMT
Have you still got your costume, grindle?  |
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Post by grindle on Jan 2, 2016 8:03:49 GMT
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Post by Cherry on Jan 2, 2016 11:53:58 GMT
Lovely verses Cat. |
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Post by Cat on Jan 3, 2016 17:58:21 GMT
 The Song of the Celandine FairyBefore the Hawthorn leaves unfold, Or buttercups put forth their gold, By every sunny footpath sunshine The stars of Lesser Celandine. |
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Post by Cat on Jan 3, 2016 18:00:49 GMT
 The song of the Colt's-Foot FairyThe winds of March are keen and cold; I fear them not, for I am bold. I wait not for my leaves to grow; They follow after: they are slow. My yellow blooms are brave and bright; I greet the Spring with all my might. |
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Post by Cat on Jan 3, 2016 18:04:36 GMT
 The song of the Dandelion Fairy
Here's the Dandelion's rhyme: See my leaves with tooth like edges; Blow my clocks to tell the time; See me flaunting by the hedges, in the meadow, in the lane, Gay and naughty in the garden; Pull me up - I grow again, Asking neither leave nor pardon. sillies, what are you about With your spades and hoes of iron? You can never drive me out - Me, the dauntless Dandelion! |
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long gone now 
