| My Spring Faeries Garden |
| All pictures on this website are copyrighted by the estate of Cicely Mary Barker / Blackie @ Son ltd./ Frederick Warne and Co. 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL Please do not take tgraphics/text off this site Poems written / copyrighted by Constance Barkley Lewis from the book Fairies of the Seasons |
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If ever was reason for faeries to sing
It must be the coming of sweet-scented Spring
For as the snow melts andwind loses its chills
Spring Faeries knwo soon they will frolic at will
Among lilies and daisies andpansies galore
Bright with delight of the joy that's in store
As cool spring rains, with warm spring sun
Say the frost and the snow and the cold are now done
The tinkle of wind chimes will hide the soft sound
Of fleet faery feet scampering over the ground
Preparing frsh buds in their garden for spring
As they cry out with joy, Let sun and fun ring !
It must be the coming of sweet-scented Spring
For as the snow melts andwind loses its chills
Spring Faeries knwo soon they will frolic at will
Among lilies and daisies andpansies galore
Bright with delight of the joy that's in store
As cool spring rains, with warm spring sun
Say the frost and the snow and the cold are now done
The tinkle of wind chimes will hide the soft sound
Of fleet faery feet scampering over the ground
Preparing frsh buds in their garden for spring
As they cry out with joy, Let sun and fun ring !
| Daisy Fairy, so pristine Whose eyes are first to greet the day Can ger arrival on the scene mean sping has come and means to stay? The picture of true innocence As she arrives upon the earth Daisy Fairy represents Springs arrival and rebirth |
| In the silver splendor Of the full moon of spring listen closely to hear Lily of the Valley ring If,in your heart, you believe The stories fairies tell Then lily fairy will allow you To hear the chimes of lily bells |
| If your eyes are quick And the light is just right You may see the dandelion fairy AS she takes flight Then blow her flower seeds If they come come back in your eyes Expect important news Or a wonderful suprise ! |
| Golden as the morning sun Playful as a gusty breeze Buttercup fairy finds her fun In healing human hearts with ease Willful and whimsy She is cheerful and quite charming Done be fooled that her bud is flimsy For her bloom's bueaty is disarming |