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The Ring

I discovered a perfect circle of mushrooms,
some believe this to be a fairy ring.
I decided to watch the ring from some distance
on the off chance I might see something.

After an hour or so of waiting
two butterflies flew around the ring.
A circle of tiny golden stars lit up the area
and I could hear soft voices sing.

Eight fairies appeared sitting on the mushrooms,
it was they who were singing after all.
They began to dance around the ring of mushrooms,
which made them grow incredibly tall.

The silver fairy saw me watching
and flew to the centre of the ring.
She twisted and turned and flew above the circle,
sprinkling fairy dust over everything.

The other fairies turned to face me
and put out their fairy tongues.
They continued to dance in the air regardless,
then faded with the sound of their song.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Dancing with the fairies

Walking through the fields
I saw a fairy dancing.
The fairy was so pretty
Dancing in the moonlight.

Translucent were the wings
Majestic was her dress.
Her hair, the wind did ruffle
A melody, her lips released.

Then the fairy took notice
Of my ever present eyes.
And so she called to me
To come and dance with her.

She starts to dance once more
Leaping through the air.
I followed her and twirled
And tried to dance like her.

Then a million fairies
Suddenly did appear.
A million tiny voices
Singing a tiny harmony.

Such a magnificent sight it was
Such a lovely dance.
Their tiny bodies flitting
And dancing in the moonlight.

I jumped and leaped and twirled
Dancing with the fairies.
I danced there in the starlight
With a million pretty fairies.

Time flew by and all too soon
The sun awoke and peaked at us.
The fairies stopped their dancing
And flew away for home.

But one fairy stayed behind
She did not go to bed.
She looked at me with sparkling eyes
The wonderful dancing fairy.

I saw her eyes did twinkle
And her hair in the wind did wave.
And then she dipped a curtsy
And on her way she flew.
That little dancing fairy.

poem by Mariya Shostak
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Magic of Folklore

The folklore of the countryside
Accepts the toadstool ring
In the belief that all lost fairies
Congregate there to dance and sing.

They sing a lullaby to the young
Then hum to the old and weak
But it is their strong tradition
That lost faires never speak.

They all spread kindness
By a flutter of their wings
As they catch cobwebs in the dew
To form many fairy swings.

Gossamer is gathered
To make cradles for the young
Then they play around the toadstool ring
As flower bells are rung.

Fairy dust is sprinkled
In excitement to the sky above
To ensure that every fairy
Is blessed with everlasting love.

If ever you should tiptoe by
Please pause a little while
I`m sure those poor lost fairies
Would be charmed to see your smile.

poem by Heather P Wilson
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Quatrain-A Fairy Story (Somewhere In Fantsayland)

Stepping into a fairy ring,

Every fairy began to sing.

Presented with a ring of gold,

A fairy story, I was told.

poem by Heather Burns
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Fairy Fever

Forty words:

The fairy queen's teardrops are falling

She sneezes all summer long.

Innocent recipient of pollen

Blame histamine's fairy song.

The reason is the sunflower season

Fairy ring carnivals galore,

The scenery is really beautiful

But fairies want fever no more.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Folklore for Children (1) and (2)

(1)

Won't you listen in my garden
to the tapping dancing feet
and the singing of the fairies
playing violins so sweet?

Won't you listen to the pixies
and the fairy queen's refrain,
songs of romance, songs of folklore
or do the fairies sing in vain?

Come and join these mystic beings
with pretty wings of fairest hue
delightful elves and friendly fairies
will sing and dance each day for you.

(2)

Down in yonder Elfin Park
Fairies play upon the swing.
Mother nature makes her mark
Saying 'au revoir' to spring.

Summertime is entering in
Fairy Queen begins to sing
No longer dark in Elfin Park
Sunbeams light the fairy ring.

Pretty Queen has lost her heart
True love to her is everything
And if we walk through Elfin Park
Bells will surely 'ting-a-ling'.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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My Homeland (Quatrain)

Homeland on a summer day
Little children laugh and play.

Circle around the fairy ring
Holding hands dance and sing.

poem by Heather Burns
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Quatrain-My Homeland

Homeland on a summer day,
Little children laugh and play.

Circle around the fairy ring,
Holding hands dance and sing.

poem by Heather Burns
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Fanciful Dream

I left my love in the Fairy Glen
Home of the litte fairy men
I met her there on a July night
When a Summer moon was beaming bright.

For my love was the Fairy Queen
In Fairyland she reign supreme
She wore a glittering diamond cloak
Queen of the little fairy folk.

Though the night was bright it was bright as day
In a wooded vale I lost my way
Then I sat me down by a tall oak tree
And the Fairy Queen she came to me.

I gazed upon this fairy small
She stood scarcely more than two foot tall
Tiny shoes covered her tiny feet
And she bowed towards me in a fairy greet

Her pretty little face showed no trace of woe
And her hair was white as new fallen snow
And her eyes were sparkling bright and brown
And on her head she wore a tiny crown.

Then she smiled at me and this did say
You're in Fairyland you have lost your way
Sorry to disturb you from your rest
Come along with me and be my guest.

Then she led me to the fairy ball
To a fairy dance in a fairy hall
All the fairy folk were dancing there
And fairy music filled the air.

But when we stepped inside the fairy dance hall door
A hushed silence fell across the floor
Fairy men and women scarce one third my size
All looked up at me with fear in their eyes.

But their Queen she spoke to them and said
Of this gentle giant you need hold no dread
I met him in the oak tree shade
Into Fairyland he has somehow strayed.

Then the fairy band started playing anew
And the fairy folk started dancing too
Round and round the dance floor they did wheel
To the haunting sound of a fairy reel.

I have never seen people quite so gay
As these little fairies in their bright array
These happy folk did laugh and sing
As they danced around in a fairy ring.

Then I left the ball with the Fairy Queen
And we strolled the banks of a moonlit stream
I stooped to kiss her but she was gone
And by the moonlit stream I stood alone.

The alarm clock rang and I awoke
And my spell of fantasy was broke
I awoke to a World of reality
From a Fairyland of fantasy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Folklore in Maytime

Fairies elves and pixies
heed our little song;
o'er hill and dale
we search for you
through the grasses long,
looking for blithe spirits
fairy kings and queens
in a land of make believe
wishing wells and streams...
recapturing pretty roses
around the fairy ring.
'Folklore in Maytime'
this is the song we sing.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Forest Sprite III

'Twas a night of full moon splendor
I lay restless in my bed,
A haunting, magic melody
Danced rainbows in my head;

Sleep was not an option,
My mind now full awake -
I grabbed my coat and lantern
Thought a midnight walk I'd take;

I wandered toward the wooded path,
The night was full of sound,
The moon cast eerie shadows
On the dampened leaf strewn ground;

Now entering the forest dark
I thought I saw a light
Away off in the distance
In the misty woodland night;

My ears detected laughter
And music crystal clear -
A most enchanting fairy ring
From nowhere did appear;

Tiny dancing fairies spun
In circles round and round -
Their tiny wings did flutter
As they hovered o'er the ground;

Rainbow colored forest sprites
Did chase each other after,
Then tumble down upon the ground
In giggling fits of laughter;

As I moved to better see
I stepped upon a branch -
Then instantly the fairy sprites
Did freeze within their dance;

Then quickly in a blinking eye
The ring did twirl and scatter -
Leaving golden sparkles in
A mist of fairy matter;

Once again the midnight sounds
Returned as if on cue,
The fairy ring had disappeared
To where? I have no clue;

Slowly now I wander back
Into my lucid world,
I'd stepped into a magic land -
My mind had been unfurled;

Yet still I question what I saw,
And wonder at its meaning -
Had I crossed into another realm,
Or was I merely dreaming?

poem by Linda Ori
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I Believe In Fairies

THERE ARE FAIRIES AMONG US
LIGHT ON THEIR FEET, DANCING AROUND,
WITH LITTLE FLUTTERING GREEN WINGS
THEY LIFT UP OFF THE GROUND.

THEY TOUCH OUR SHOULDERS
AS THEY SPIN AND SWIRL ABOUT,
WEARING LITTLE GOLDEN SLIPPERS
THEY CIRCLE US I HAVE NO DOUBT.

I HAVE FELT THEIR DELICATE TOUCH
AS THEY WHISPERED SOFTLY IN MY EAR,
DON'T EVER STOP BELIEVING IN FAIRIES
I KNOW THEY ARE OFTEN QUITE NEAR.

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LIGHT MOVEMENT
HEARD A BREEZE STIR MAKING A SOFT SIGH,
I KNOW IT IS A LITTLE PRANCING FAIRY
AS SHE IS PASSING VERY CLOSE BY.

I BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC FAIRIES
FLOWERS PEDALS THEY SLEEP IN,
THEY TOUCH OUR LIVES DAILY
THEY VISIT ME AGAIN AND AGAIN.

THEY VISIT LITTLE CHILDREN WHILE THEY SLEEP
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS BELIEVE,
TO NOT HAVE A LITTLE FAIRY NEAR ME
I WOULD TRULY BE SAD AND GRIEVE.

ON A STROLL THROUGH THE GARDEN
WHILE THE DEW JEWELS ARE STILL THERE,
WATCH FOR THE LITTLE FAIRIES IN THEIR TINY CROWNS
TO NOT FRIGHTEN THEM - YOU MUST TAKE CARE.

poem by Aashka Thakkar
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Ring Out, Solstice Bells

Now is the solstice of the year,
Winter is the glad song that you hear.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Have the lads up ready in a line.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Join together beneath the mistletoe.
By the holy oak whereon it grows.
Seven druids dance in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Praise be to the distant sister sun,
Joyful as the silver planets run.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out those bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Ring on, ring out.
Ring on, ring out.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Fête Champêtre

Under the shadow of the trees
We sat together, you and I;
Our hearts were sweetly ill at ease
Under the shadow of the trees.

In the green circle of the grass
We saw the fairies passing by;
The wake, the fairy wake it was
Upon the circle of green grass.

And softly with their fairy chain
They wove a circle round about,
And round our hearts; ah, not in vain
They bound us with their fairy chain!

With shadowy bonds thy bound us fast,
They wove their circle in and out;
Ah, Céleste, when the fairies passed,
With what strong bonds they bound us fast!

poem by Arthur Symons
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Silver Shoes Story Poem for M Lady Ernestine

Sometimes when the night is falling.
I can hear them softly calling.
Come and dance the night away
the moon is shining bright as day.

My fairy friends are gathering
to dance within the fairy ring.
I leave the comfort of my chair
and go outside to find them there.

Already to commence the dance.
I watch them as they skip and prance.
I am too big to join the dance
but gladly given half a chance.

I would discard my human guise
and dwindle down to be their size
Titania points her wand at me.
I find I am quite suddenly.

Much smaller than I used to be.
The fairy maids all laugh with glee,
each one wants to dance with me
I gladly join the revelry.

We dance until the morning breaks.
A single word is all it takes
to restore me to my own size.
Titania is very wise.

She weaves another magic spell.
I can recall but cannot tell.
When I awake in my old chair
Gripped in my hand I find a pair

of tiny silken, silver shoon
the colour of a bright new moon.
A little keep sake it would seem
to prove to me it was no dream.

(11-Jul-07)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Buttercup Wind Dancer (Somewhere in Fantsayland)

One night while dancing in
fairyland,
A certain fairy, touched my
hand.

Wanting to swing and sway,
Dance until the break of
day.

He carries kisses in a jar,
Most handsome fairy, near
by far.

He tossed a breeze in my
heart,
Changed the climate, from
the start.

Lives in clover, lush and
deep
That's where I long to
fall asleep

Dance around the fairy
ring
Alone with him, smile and
sing

When bees come out, begin
to
swarm,
Carries a blanket, to keep
warm

Using crickets to wake up,
I'm falling in love with
Mr. Cupp.

ilu

poem by Heather Burns
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The Flowers

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Ring Ring

I was sitting by the phone
I was waiting all alone
Baby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you
Its a dark and dreary night
Seems like nothings going right
Wont you tell me honey how can I go on here without you?
Yes Im down and feeling blue
And I dont know what to do, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
And I sit all alone impatiently
Wont you please understand the need in me
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
You were here and now youre gone
Hey did I do something wrong?
I just cant believe that I could be so badly mistaken
Was it me or was it you?
Tell me, are we really through?
Wont you hear me cry and you will know that my heart is breaking
Please forgive and then forget
Or maybe darling better yet, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
And I sit all alone impatiently
Wont you please understand the need in me
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
Oh-oh, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?

song performed by by ABBA
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Fairy Lights

Tonight
the very first firefly
of the season
flew into my yard
and danced in circles
around the shrine
of the Holy Mother
a tiny fairy light
gleaming in the darkness
there were
no falling stars
so
I made a wish
upon my little fairy light
and sent it onward
into heaven
fairy lights
dancing

poem by Maggie DeMay
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Where Do The Fairies Go?

I was eating a fairy cake the other morn, when I thought I wonder if it's true that for every baby born, a fairy god mother is sworn.

Well now I have grown up, can I still speak to the fairies or am I just away with?

I seem to think I know they are there, but where have they gone?

I don't remember ever seeing one, what do they look like, are they pixies, elves or just plain sprite?

I have heard is possible to see, but that is only by those who believe, or is it just for those inclined spiritually?

Well my fairy cake tasted just nice. Maybe the cake is blessed by fairies, hence their name, or maybe fairies are just another bed-time story again?

poem by Steven Robinson
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The Rose Fairy

When God created the very first rose,
All the forest fairies were thrilled!
They formed a queue to line up for a smell,
Each swooning at its delightful fragrance.
The king of the fairies called them to his throne,
Reminding them that each flower is blessed,
With each one appointed its own fairy...
But who could they choose for the rose! ?

All the fairies not yet appointed flew near,
Each pointing to herself as the right choice!
Then the queen of the fairies calmed them down,
'Settle down, impetuous ones! ' she said...
So all the female fairies flapped their wings no more,
Settling once again upon the ground...
'Come, come! ' she scolded! 'None of you will do! '
The fairies' faces went blood red with shame!

The king looked at them in turn, loving them all.
Such enthusiasm, such devotion, but who would do?
The queen pointed directly to the king himself!
'You, Your Majesty, you must be the rose fairy! '
'What! ? ' remarked the king! 'That's unheard of! '
She held his hand with love and told him,
'There's no-one greater than you for this rose! '

The fairies leapt with joy! Flying here and there!
Doing athletics flips and backward somersaults!
When the king saw the joy of all the fairies, he smiled.
He was humbled by this wondrous spectacle
And he stood up, wiped away a tiny tear and told them,
'Never has a king been so blessed as I feel today! '

And so it was that the rose fairy was announced.
And God looked down upon the fairies in the forest
And smiled... and smiled... and smiled...

Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012.

poem by Denis Martindale
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