Fairyland

                                                             

                                                                                          

                                                             In the land of the fairies; yes, there IS such a place,

where wings flutter and flit through the sky.

You can frolic all day for as long as you stay,

and never a fairy asks why.                                                                                                                                            For every fairy from early is taught

to master the fine art of play.

They hone it until it’s a natural thought,

and embody it into each day.

                                                                           

And woven into these hours of play

are fairyland tasks to be done;

Like bathing the petals of blossoming buds;

So careful to not miss a one. 

                                                                  

And spreading the essence of fine fairy dust,

so it falls gently on every face

of travelers who stray or have just lost their way;

Unaware of this mystical place.                                                                                           

I’ve heard of the wonders this fairy dust yields,

and the magical charms it bestows.

Of the way it can feel as it soothes and it heals,

and expels and erases life’s woes.                                                                      

 

I’m told that the touch of even one fairy’s hand

can banish a world of regret.

A touch you’ve not known, nor will again;

For one visit may be all that you get.                                                                                                   

         But while you are there they cleanse every care,

and lift you as if you could fly.

They softly embrace each soul-searching face,

and dance with the clouds in the sky.                                                                

If you find that you’ve stumbled upon this grand place,

breathe it in and absorb what you can.

For the brief time you’re there makes you ever aware;

Many wonders are not known to man. 

                                                    -Joy

Comments

[goldenlucy]

Oh how true, Joy. Many wonders ARE not known to Man. However, I've discovered the more closely I look, the more I see. Thanks for reminding me to keep my eyes open. As usual, your portry lights my day.
love,
lucyd

[Suzann]

Thanks darling Joy - I needed that poem today. May we all be visited by fairies and experience the wonder and comfort. Hugs, Suzann

[Chancy]

Joy,

After a stressful afternoon I found myself relaxing under the spell of fairyland which your poem so beautifully describes.

Thanks

[June Kellum]

Oh,Joy!!

I want to go there! Beautiful!

JunieRose

[Winston]

Nice! You do good work...

Glad to see you back. If you had not showed up by tomorrow, it would have been a full week lapsed. Then I was gonna come looking for you...

[jen]

I'm going to print this out and read it to my son. He is obsessed with fairies at the moment, perpetuated a lot by a kindergarten teacher of his. His belief rubs off and your poem encapsulates it.

[Merle]

Hello Joy ~~ Glad you are back and the Fairy Poem is terrific. I have lots of fairy ornaments in my home and even some statues outside. Love them. Thanks for the poem.
Thanks for your visit and I like that the animals on the road are
sleeping. Take care Joy.
Cheers, Merle.

[Maria]

I too love the wee faeries. This is the most wonderful fairy poem that I have read. I have a kindergarten grand daughter that loves fairies (must be a kindergarten thing) and like Winston, I am going to copy it because I know she will love to have her mommy read it to her.

[joared]

One visit to fairyland might be just enough, but I can't help thinking how wonderful it might be to go there more than once.