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Airey Fairy Poem


harry hayes
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A FAIRY TRAIL

 

A memory from a child-hood place,

Which I remember oh so well;

Between this world and make believe,

The Tooth Fairy, Tinker Bell.

 

Some things are real to children,

But hidden from the old;

Unless their hearts are filled with love,

Or so my parents told.

 

Few folks have seen the fairy,

Although my mother knew her well;

"Tinker Bell loves tiny children,

Who sleep within her spell".

 

A little one slumbers and dreams exist,

In a world outside of man;

In the sky and on the ground,

Enchantment soon began.

 

A gentle shake of fairy dust,

And a whispered "God bless you";

She gently lifts your pillow,

To place a coin so new.

 

Tinker Bell charmed us many times,

Each tooth to a place afar;

Sparkled there in Fairyland,

Each one became a star.

 

I have never seen the fairy,

Surely mother never lied;

Tinker Bell no longer visits us,

Not since my parents died.

 

But for adults blessed with "sleepy heads"

And belief in things unseen;

Live the dream before it's gone -

Or regret what might have been.

 

..........................

Harry Hayes 2/11

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Thank you kindly Mary.

Wingnut -I posted a very similar remark on another forum and someone told me that i could if I tried. I came up with "The Tramp" which is possibly somewhere back of this thread. Previous to that the only thing I had ever written was the first two lines of a schoolboy limerick about a girl from twickers.

 

Who knows?

 

Happy days

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Can there really be a locality named Twickers? Oh, well, there should be in any case. We need more limericks. I enjoyed the fairy poem but recent films have dulled my appreciation of the creatures. Julia Roberts in HOOK and a couple of British films showing little feminine fireflies --- they aren't supposed to be visual except in our imaginations and in poetry such as you've presented.

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Jerry,

 

You are a kill-joy. You will be telling me there is no Father Christmas next.

 

By the way, Twickers (Twickenham is where England play rugby matches, although at that time I was searching for something which rhymed with.. er.. "underpants".

 

 

best wishes Happy days

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