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Some poems I found on
line that I loved I Hope you enjoy as much as I
   
Where are the fairies?
Where
are the fairies? Where can we find them?
We've seen the fairy rings, they leave behind them when
they have danced all night,
Where do they go? Lark, in the sky above, Say, do you know?
It is a secret, no one is telling.
Why, in your garden, surely their dwelling!
No need for journeying, Seeking afar:
Where there are flowers, there fairies are!"
--Cicely Mary Barker
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By Steven
Kroll
How far and wide
the fairies fly
On bright and
golden wing.
But when they
settle down to sleep
A gentle song
they sing
Sweet Queen of
Night
Soft silver stars
We're glad you
are so near
We seek our beds
We rest our heads
Without a
moment's fear
On thistledown
In hidden nooks
We watch the
waning light
The joys of sleep
Upon us creep
We wish you all
good night
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If You
See A Fairy Ring.
Author Unknown
If you see a
fairy ring
In a field of
grass,
Very lightly step
around,
Tip-Toe as you
pass,
Last night
Fairies frolicked there
And they're
sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny
fairy
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to
peek!
Do not tell
Or you'll break a
fairy spell
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Summon the Fairy
Sit where the cat sits.
Cross your toes.
Close your eyes.
And smell a rose.
Then say under your breath:
"I believe in Fairies, sure as death.
Gadflykins! Gladtrypins!
Gutterpuss and Cass!
Come to me fairily
Each lad and lass!"
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A fairy call from
Fairy Book By terry Jones
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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.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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