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[title] => Innocence Dreaming
[time] => 2004-07-02 04:46:23
[hometext] => A stormy night fairy story
[bodytext] => Innocence Dreaming Come closer and I will tell a childish story so innocent and new Of winged little faerie folk dressed in bright Elfin red, green and blue Magical Fairies who lived in our garden, and kept us safe from all fear A happy little Elfin family so worldly wise, living life so peacefully near Home was a little crooked Fairy tree-house, magically all covered in moss Flying in and out on dragonfly steeds greedily eating sticky pink fairy floss Always alert watching for black storm clouds that thunder and rain will bring Dressed ready for action when the forked lights flashed in the dark rainy evening When the thunder roared with jagged lightning flashing crashing in the dark night With our courage gone, we tossed rumpled bedclothes over our heads with fright Hard Rain smashing on thin window panes and us all a tremble with childish fear Hoping, crying and praying that someone would save us and hold us lovingly near While the storm raged, the kind Fairies came to our bedrooms and beds as well Smiling Fairy friends whispering, be brave! be brave! A fairy tale we will tell Of warm glades, pink mushrooms and fairy rings, of puffballs all wind blown Golden threads of spider webs and bright spotted toadstools magically grown Round shining dew drops on wet grass and glow- worms blinking at dusk Elves & Imps hiding in secret forest valleys heavily scented with sweet musk Serenely peaceful, tired fairy children watching fireflies flashing, flitting about Of Magic spells as old as time driving fear and terror away, fading them out Old elfin cobblers, with work worn hands making fairy shoes & magic toys Listening to soft lulla-byes sweetly sung to drowsy little fairy girls and boys Of Faerie folk dancing under the bright silver stars and a big yellow moon The lilting song of the night lark, midnight magic making fairy lovers swoon Gossamer winged Fairy mothers with tiny fairy babes from bosoms peeping Peaceful slumber at last, storm gone , shh.! quietly dreaming, tranquil sleeping! Fairies live in our garden still and forever Will! Written by Graham Johnson [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 23 [informant] => 61grahamj [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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