Fairy Poems

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For those who can see
The evidence is there;
In the garden you can feel
Their presence everywhere.

Peace and harmony in the air
With birds in the trees and song;
The fresh wind breezes
They will be here they won't be long.

They're picking up the acorns
In which to serve their soup;
The buttercups and daisies
And mushrooms by the coup.

The elves are invited too
They're bigger than themselves;
So lots of goodies will be gathered
They empty all the shelves.

The full moon is special
Tonight it is the blue;
They are twice in one month
For the likes of me and you.
Maggie-May

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Forget me not Fairy

Where do fairy babies lie
Till they're old enough to fly?
Here's a likely place, I think,
'Mid these flowers, blue and pink.

Pink for girls and blue for boys:
Pretty things for babies' toys!
Let us peep now, gently. Why,
Fairy baby, here you lie!

Kicking there, with no one by,
Baby dear, how good you lie!
All alone, but, you're not -
You could never be - forgot!

O how glad I am I've found you,
With Forget-me-nots around you,
Blue, the colour of the sky!
Fairy baby, Hushaby!
Cicely Mary Barker

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In amongst the poppies
Buttercups and aisies too;
Live these little fairies
Just like me and you.

They are very tiny
With little wings to fly;
They look after the ladybirds
Because they are very shy.

If all of us are made the same
In the atoms of everything;
Then we should be careful
Of absolutely everything.

It's only humans who have changed
The rules along the way;
Everything else lives just the same
One day they will have their say.

Fairies will be waiting there
To play and sing to us;
Laughter amid the bluebell chimes
Honey wine and no more fuss.
Maggie-May

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The song of the Pink fairies

Early in the mornings,

When children are still sleeping,

Or late, late at night time,

Beneath the summer moon,

What are they doing,

The busy fairy people?Could you creep to spy them,

In silent magic shoon.

 

You might learn a secret,

Among the garden borders,

Something never guessed at,

That no one knows or thinks:

Snip, snip, snip, go busy fairy scissors,

Pinking out the edges

Of the petals of the Pinks.!

 

Pink Pinks, white Pinks,

Double Pinks, and single,-

Look at them and see

If it’s not the truth I tell!

Why call them Pinks

If they weren’t pinked out by someone?

And what but fairy scissors

Could pink them out so well?

Cicely Mary Barker

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I have my very own fairy
She always comes with me;
When I move house she follows
In my garden don't you see.

She helps me whatever way she can
She and her own little family;
They look after all the plants I love
Her name is Emily.

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Fairy Poems