Poetry to Warm the Heart

In the meadow, oh so green,

Awesome sights I've often seen.

Always on a summer's day,

Woodland fairies come to play.

Shimmer of their wings so fair,

Flower's fragrance on the air.

Hide and seek between the trees,

Peeking through the lush green leaves.

Then so softly on my cheek,

Gentle touch both mild and meek.

Lifts me to delightful bliss,

T'is the lovely fairy's kiss.

Copyright (c) 2001 - 2005 by Mary M. Alward

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Along the path she wanders,

Wings glimmering in the sun,

The leaves a perfect arbor,

Protects this little one.

Beside her walks her pony,

A unicorn of white.

The two of them together,

A truly wondrous sight.

The fragrance of the flowers,

Hangs heavy in the air.

Her love so plainly visible,

Is far beyond compare.

The path begins to fade,

The fairy then takes flight.

She rides astride the unicorn,

Into the morning light.

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Dreams of castles in the mist,

Bringing thoughts of love's first kiss.

Twinkling fairies passing by,

Golden stars up in the sky.

Dreams of castles in the air,

Dreaming of a beauty fair.

Fairies gliding through the night,

Frolicking till morning's light.

Dreams of castles in the sky,

Dreams of times that have gone by.

Walking through the misty paths,

Dreaming of a love that lasts.

Dreams that take us into flight,

Like the fairies of the night.

Bringing us a peace of soul,

Tranquil dreams are in control.

Copyright (c) 2001 - 2005 by Mary M. Alward

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Come with me into the night,

Where magical things appear.

We'll watch the lovely fairy's flight

And watch them disappear.

We'll listen to the frog's hoarse croak, Echoing o'er the swale.

The night will wrap us in her cloak

And hide us in her veil.

We'll stand beneath the willow tree,

The branches sweep the ground.

Oh, look! The scampering fairies,

Are dancing all around.

The moonbeams dance upon the brook

And wonders to behold!

More fairies creep out from a nook

In clothing made of gold.

And now my dear, it's time to leave,

This magical place of light.

But we will venture back again

In the magic of the night.

Copyright © 2000 - 2005 by Mary M. Alward

All Rights Reserved

"Play with me Mommy," the little boy said.

"I can't right now, I must make the beds."

"Play with me Daddy, a game of ball?"

"Sorry son, I must vacuum the hall."

The little boy left, tears in his eyes,

No one wanted to take the time,

To brighten his world, make him feel secure.

They're always too busy, that's for sure.