~DREAMLAND~ DREAMLAND OF THE FEY HELLO, WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF FANTASY AND FUN... I WILL KEEP ON ADDING MORE PAGES FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT(MINE TOO!!!)~SMILES~ SO GRAB A HOT CUP OF HERBAL TEA AND PULL UP A CHAIR AND RELAX...AND LET YOUR MIND WONDER ~FINDING FAIRIES~ THEN THE WINDS OF MARCH ARE WAKENING THE CROCUSES AND CRICKETS, DID YOU EVER FIND A FAIFY NEAR SOME BUDDING LITTLE THICKETS, A-STRAIGHTENING HER GOLDEN WINDS AND COMBING OUT HER HAIR? SHE'S THERE! AND WHEN SHE SEES YOU CREEPING UP TO GET A CLOSER PEEK SHE TUMBLES THOUGH THE DAFFIDOLS, a-PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK AND CREEPS INTO THE TULIPS TILL, YOU CAN'T FIND WHERE SHE'S HID? MINE DID! HAVE YOU EVER, EVER COME ACROSS A LITTLE TOADSTOOL ELF A-READING BY A FIREFLY LAMP AND LAUGHING TO HIMSELF, OR A SAUCY FAIRY QUEEN UPON HER FAVORITE DRAGONFLY? SO'VE I! IT'S FUN TO SEE A FAIRY FLUTTER OFF A CATKIN BOAT, AND WRAP HER FAIRY BABY IN, A PUSSYWILLOW COAT; OH, DON'T YOU LOVE THE FAIRIES AND THEIR BABIES, TOO? I DO!!! BY MARJORIE BARROWS BY CLOKE THE FAERY CHASM NO FICTION WAS IT OF THE ANTIQUE AGE; A SKY-BLUE STONE, WITHIN THIS SUNLESS CLEFT, IS OF THE VERY FOOTMARKS UNBEREFT WHICH TINY ELVES IMPRESSED;--ON THAT SMOOTH STAGE DANCING WITH ALL THEIR BRILLANT EQUIPAGE IN SECRET REVELS--HAPLY AFTER THEFT OF SOME SWEET BABE--FLOWER STOLEN, AND COARSE WEED LEFT FOR THE DISTRATED MOTHER TO ASSUAGE HER GRIEF WITH, AS SHE MIGHT!--BUT, WHERE, OH! WHERE IS TRACABLE A VESTIGE OF THE NOTES THAT RULED THOSE DANCES WILD IN CHARACTER?-- DEEP UNDERGROUND? OR IN THE UPPER AIR ON THE SHRILL WIND OF MIDNIGHT? OE WHERE FLOATS O'ER TWILGHT FIELDS AUTUMNAL GOSSAMER? BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MOOM CHILD A LITTLE LONELY CHILD AM I, THAT HAVE NOT ANY SOUL; GOD MADE ME AS THE HOMELESS WAVE, THAT HAS NO GOAL A SEAL MY FATHER WAS, THAT ONCE WAS MAN; MY MOTHER LOVED HIM THO' HE WAS 'NEATH MORTAL BAN. HE TOOK A WAVE AND DRAWNED HER, SHE TOOK A WAVE AND LIFTED HIM; AND I WAS BORN WHERE SHADOWS ARE IN THE SEA-DEPTHS DIM. ALL THROUGH THE SUNNY BLUE--SWEET HOURS,I SWIM AND GLIDE IN WATERS GREEN; NEVER BY DAY THE MORNFUL SHORES BY ME ARE SEEN. BUT WHEN THE GLOOM IS ON THE WAVE, A SHELL UNTO THE SHORE I BRING; AND THEN UPON THE ROCKS I SIT, AND PLAINTIVE I SING I HAVE NO PLYMATE BUT THR TIDE, THE SEAWEED LOVES WITH DARK BROWN EYES; THE NIGHT-WAVES HAVE THE STARS FOR PLAY, FOR ME BUT SIGHS... BY FIONA MACLEOD GREEN RAIN INTO THE SCENTED WOODS WE GO AND SEE THE BLACKTHORN SWIM IN SNOW HIGH ABOVE, IN THE BUDDING LEAVES A BROODING DOVE AWAKES AND GRIEVES; THE GLADES WITH MINGLED MUSIC STIR, AND WILDLY LAUGHS THE WOODPECKER. WHEN BLACKTHORN PETALS PEARL THE BREEZE, THERE ARE THE TWISTED HAWTHORNE TREES, THICK-SET WITH BUDS, AS CLEAR AND PALE, AS GOLDEN WATER OF GREEN HAIL-- AS IF A STORM OF RAIN HAD STOOD, ENCHANTED IN THE THORNY WOOD, AND, HEARING FAIRY VOICES CALL, HUNG POISED, FORGETTING HOW TO FALL BY MARY WEBB WE ALL ARE FAIRIES AT HEART A SPECIAL NOTE TO: Fayerie Joy, THANK YOU FOR THE USE OF YOUR I BELIEVE BUTTONS!!! ~SMILES~ Elusive Dreams Realm of the Fairy Mist Dreamland of the Fey FAIRY FRIENDS ABOUT ME THE MYSTICAL GARDEN OF DREAMS Magical Dreamland Flight of the Unicorns SOME OF THE GRAPHICS ON THIS SITE WAS ACQUIRED ON THE INTERNET IF YOU SEE ANY THAT BELONGS TO YOU I WOULD BE GLAD TO REMOVE IT OR PROVIDE A LINK BACK TO YOUR SITE!!! FastCounter by LinkExchange