The Fairy Place

A place where few can go or tell
Follow the stream to the fairy dell.
Wings of silken lace, help them rise,
Upon the breeze of perfumed skies,
And in the place where the wee ones play,
Are made the flowers and the sunbeam's ray.
Captured in the fairy cup,
Each dewdrop is to gently sup.

The creatures they all sing along
To the merry little fairy song.
Dancing round on tippy toe,
They flash their colours just for show.
Their magic is a secret thing,
As they sit around the fairy ring.

The great tall trees are their best friends,
Guard them from where the forest ends.
And on the days when the sun is bright,
They catch the shadows and cast down light.
'Tis then you'll see the magic true,
Placed on the ground for me and you.
And as the branches gently rustle,
Behind the petals the fairies bustle.

With a flash of light they rush away,
from vision of man. They stay,
When all is quiet, all is calm,
They flicker within the sheltered balm,
To gently float once again,
And twinkle in the dripping rain.

Each fairy has, so they say,
A pointed ear on which they lay,
To hear what roots of trees might say.
The roots feel deep, and know it's true,
When we approach, the me and you.
The Fairies realm, is for a few.

But you will know when elves invite
Your chance to see the fairy sight
For those who search for fairy ground
With good intention just and sound
Do not disturb this little place
Just look at the magic of their face
Their pointed ears and wings of lace
The fairies live quietly secure
Amongst themselves, in a World that's pure.
They know your mind, it won't deceive
A fairy if you don't believe!

Jo Riche

Copyright ©2000

A Fairy on my Nose

There was a Fairy on my nose,
I saw it, I,m sure with tiny toes.
It smiled at me with an impish grin,
Then plucked my hair and began to spin.

It spun a tiny spiders web,
For a mummy spider with a broken leg.
And then the cheeky little thing.
Flew really fast and stole my ring.

She put it in a magpies nest,
then quite exhausted sat down to rest.
When it had caught it's fairy breath,
she fleww in my ear, scared me to death.

It buzzed around in there for a while,
then pulled out a drum with a sneaky smile.
It took six lashes from my eyes,
and made a fiddle with knots and ties.

She gave these things,
The drum and strings.
to a group a nearby bugs.
They danced and they played,
for the rest of the day.
Then they all gave each other big hugs.

I still have the mark on the end of my nose,
Footprints from the fairy's toes,
I think they're speckled,
some say they're freckled.
there was a fairy on my nose!

Jo Riche

Copyright ©2000

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