I just want to say,
Thank you for being my friend,
And for your poem!!

*~Marian~

Sometimes our fairy,
Felt her magic had gone,
The sunshine was dark.

She thought her magic,
Had disapeared-just vanished,
Into a nothing!

She felt very sad,
For her friends she could not cheer,
She felt dark and drear.

She felt so alone,
One night as she went to bed,
She prayed and sobbed.

She was on her bed,
When her magic came,
She felt joy again!

She felt her sunshine,
Returning again to her,
She could help her friends!

She could spread sunshine,
To her dear fairy friends,
And help her parents.

She now felt happy,
She could fly very high now,
That her magic came!

*~Marian~

Part I

Here they come to me,
To dance with me through the air,
Spinkling fairy dust!

I will walk with them,
Through the Enchanted Forest,
To see their sweet world.

It is so pretty!
With flowers and ferns blooming,
By the pretty beck.

Moss-covered boulders,
Making stepping stones across,
The beautiful beck!

Sunrays hit the beck,
And make it very pretty,
Such a pretty scene!

Daisies and flowers,
Lavender and bluebells grow,
Beside the sweet beck!

Every flower blooms,
Here in pretty fairyland,
Come along with me!!*

~Marian~

Part I
Meadows of flowers,
Fields full of golden-brown wheat,
Through the countryside.

Poppies, marigolds,
Daisies and honeysuckles,
Very soft and sweet.

Breezes stirring grass,
Softly they caress my face,
With their gentle hands.

In the cool-sweet day,
I sit until the sun sets,
Until the day ends.

*~Marian~

I feel it in my heart,
Making me very happy,
I wish you the same!!

*~Marian~

Cheer up, my friend!
I am always here for you,
My Daddy is too!!

The sweet gentle rain,
Falling with a pitter-pat,
Rain sings me to sleep.

*~Marian~

Clouds are floating by,
Royal is the pretty sky,
The clouds keep floating.

*~Marian~

So full of colours,
It is so very pretty,
I love the rainbows!

Every colour,
Works it's way into the sky,
Till you hang up high!

An assortment bright,
So very full of colour,
And full of luck too.

*~Marian~

Hidden from our sight,
Because of the cloudy sky,
What a gloomy day!

No birds will sing,
The sun will not shine forth light,
Today is so grey!

So very dismal,
Today is so different,
It is not cheerful!

The sun will not dance,
It won't play it's playful prance,
Nor cast it's sunrays.

*~Marian~

Wind blowing softly,
Stirring leaves in the tree tops,
Breezes soft and sweet.

**~Marian~

Charity is love,
It is kind to each other,
Charity is kind.

**~Marian~

Flickering candle,
With it's beautiful white flame,
It will stay the same.

**~Marian~

Always be gentle,
Remember to be kind too,
Start with yourself first!

**~Marian~

Heart so full of love,
Kind love for one another,
Love for yourself too.

**~Marian~

Lamp making shadows,
Light bulb of beautiful white,
Too bright to look at!

**~Marian~

I love you dearly,
But Daddy's day comes only yearly,
I wish it would come more often;
You are so tender hearted an softened.

You are so sweet,
You are (as the old saying goes) clean, neat and sweet,
And you have never met defeat!
Keep on in your Christian life,
And you won't meet strife!

~Marian~

Like a red rose that blooms,
My Mamma doesn't need feather plumes,
All she needs is love;
The everlasting love from above!

She dearer than all Mothers,
Daughters, sisters, and brothers,
For my Mamma is innocent and pure;
She never does anything unless of it she is sure!

*~Marian~

As I wait for Daddy,
I am always hoping to be awake to greet my little laddie,
To always meet him at the door;
I hope to stay up one hour more!

To be there and him greet,
And at the front door meet,
Each time he leaves the house;
When he comes back I love following him around like a little mouse!!

It is something I have always done,
Even at rising or setting of the sun,
Sometimes it maybe afternoon or night;
To be there when he comes and say a sentence bright!!

*~Marian~

For pretty Winter

Winter is the time for snow,
Wind, and hail that make the trees blow,
The ground is covered in pure white;
Like a shower of powder making a beautiful sight!!

**~Marian~

Under clouds of day,
Sits my friend, Mae,
A friend of mine;
Who has always been gentle and kind!

A friend who is a dear,
With a loyal heart and listening ear,
A friend who is very kind;
A friend who listens to the blowing wind.

Under clouds of day,
Sits my friend, Mae,
A friend of mine;
Who has always been gentle and kind!!*

~Marian~

Under skies of blue,
Sits my friend, Rebecca Askew!
How sweet is she!
She is a joy and delight to me!

She has been to me kind,
She is a fairy flying on the wings of the wind,
She is so sweet;
She is a sugar-coated treat!!

She is my friend,
She walks upon the blowing wind,
I really her love;
The love which comes from above!

She is my friend,
She walks upon the blowing wind!
Under skies of blue,
Sits my friend, Rebecca Askew!*

~Marian~

From mountains to rills,
A sweet anthem fills the air,
Sweet birds are flying.

Down the avalanche,
Gallops beautiful horses,
Jumping and running.

The cute squirrel,
Jumping sings from tree to tree,
And chasing it's friends.

In the dark forest,
The smell of honeysuckles,
Makes the forest sweet.

I love Nature dear,
From mountains to meadows,
Fields of sweet flowers!

Down in the valley,
Beautiful flowers will bloom,
In Springtime.

The sweet waterfall,
With it's moss-covered boulders,
Makes things beautiful!

The sweet humming bird,
Flys from flower to flower,
Gathering nectar.

At pretty nighttime,
The owls hoot in the night,
And sweet birds do sleep.

The full moon at night,
Sweetly looks down on houses,
Watching children sleep.

The sound of crickets,
Birds, toads, and katydids,
Make a pretty song!

*~Marian~

From the meadow green,
Sweet flowers are blooming,
Lavenders pretty.

Daffodils yellow,
Blooming sweetly at my feet,
Opening their blooms.

Mountains of pure white,
Are beautiful in thy sight,
They are tall and strong.

Sunrises at dawn,
The begining of a day,
Quickly it ended.

Ferns sweet in the woods,
When you pick them they will die,
If you don't they bloom.

*~Marian~

You are like honey,
Sweet, pure, innocent, and dear,
I love you, sweetheart!

*~Marian~

Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!

No fable old, nor mythic lore,
Nor dream of bards and seers,
No dead fact stranded on the shore
Of the oblivious years;---

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame,
The last low whispers of our dead
Are hallowed with His Name.

O Lord and Master of us all!
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.

John Greenleaf Whittier*   **1807-1892

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air oes laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary, and Susan, and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing, "Ha, ha, he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
When our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"

William Blake*   **1757--1827

We'll go to the meadows, where the cowslips do grow,
And buttercups, looking as yellow as gold;
And daisies and violets begining to blow;
For it is a most beautiful sight to behold.

The little bee humming about them is seen,
The butterfly merrily dances along;
The grasshopper chirps in the hedges so green,
And the linnet is singing his liveliest song.

The birds and the insects are happy and gay,
The beasts of the field they are glad and rejoice,
And we will be thankful to God every day,
And praise His great name in a loftier voice.

He made the green meadows, He planted the flowers.
He sent His bright sun in the heavens to blaze;
He created these wonderful bodies of ours,
And as long as we live we will sing of His praise.

Jane and Ann Taylor

The sun decending in the west,
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In Heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

William Blake  *1757--1827

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mounatin walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Alfred Lord Tennyson   **1809--1892

Drifting in the air,
Where do they go? I know not where.
Soaring way up high,
Flying beautifully near the fluffy white clouds in the royal blue sky!

Floating lazily above the earth,
This is no mirth!
This is imagination,
And my own creation!

Way above the trees,
Flying in the cool breeze!
Till you land in the creek at the end of day,
Deflated there you lay!

Yet there are other balloons floating in the sky,
You were my favorite of all balloons soaring high!
We can blow you up again,
And watch you float up high and win!

*~Marian~

They live near a creek,
Their beauty is a treasure to seek!
Make some fairy friends for they're the best,
They come into your room at night and give you rest.

They sew seams,
The magical seams of your dreams!
They take you to a far away land,
Where the sky is royal blue and beige is the sand.

They will take you to lands far away,
They will show you the sun's ray!
They will show you how to fly,
Up near clouds in the sky so high!

They will help give you wings,
And a beautiful voice that forever sings,
They will sit you on a mushroom;
And show you how to weave beautiful fairy clothes on the magical loom!

They will show you how to dance on the moon and show you how to dance inside the moon's rays,
They will show you how to end the magical days,
The best days of your life;
And they will take you where there is no strife!

Where no one fusses or gets angry,
They will show you how your soul, life, actions, and temper should be,
They will show you how to be sunshine in other people's life;
Instead of making strife.

They will help you love forever,
They won't say a mean word. . . . never,
They will show you what you need to do;
Under the skies of royal blue!*

~Marian~

Thousands of snowflakes hit the ground,
Mute. . . . and with no sound.

There's nothing but white,
White. . . . . so pure and light,
It hurts my eye sight!

**~Marian~

For my best friend!

Even though we each other cannot see,
I wish I could see her and she could see me,
I appreciate the friendship we share;
I am here to her love and for her care!

You're my best friend,
My love to you I send,
You're always here for me and I for you;
This is very true!

~Marian~

Part I
You are so pretty,
I love your fields of flowers,
Nature is the best!!!!

Woodlands green and soft,
Pretty birdsong in the air,
Flowers here and there.

Mountains white and cool,
The mountain stream of water,
Flowers soft and sweet.

The pretty forest,
Of pine trees and hunter furs,
Honeysuckles sweet.

Birdsongs like sweet harps,
Playing in the pretty breeze,
Pretty Spring is here!!!

Lovely butterflies,
Dancing in the cooling breeze,
Falling sweet green leaves.

The mossy pebbles,
Near the sweet bubbling brook,
Makes a lovely song!

*~Marian~

Into the garden walk I,
Down near the beck which is so high,
To see the fairies in their home in the trunk of a tree;
Nothing but the beck is all I see.

I walk up to the tree and peep in,
Fae has her pretty white skin,
And her cheeks prettier than roses in bloom;
Pretty is she sitting by the fairy loom.

She is so pretty,
Like on the water the water-lily,
It's her I always enjoy seeing;
For she and her friends are real fairy-beings!

It's her I love,
My angel and fairy sent from above,
For a walk with you is a delight;
I love seeing you morning and night!

At night she dances on the moon,
Flying with the shadows she casts into my room,
She dances with the stars in the sky;
Way, way up so high!

Fairy, dear,
My pleasure is seeing you all the year,
I will never hate you. . . never;
I shall love you and I hope to see you forever and forever!!

*~Marian~

For my little sparrow, Tatiana!

As my Daddy was filling his car up with gas,
I noticed a crying little lass,
I walked up to her and asked what was the matter;
"Because" said she. And before another word she could utter she cried more loud and looked sadder.

A flock of birds flew above where she was sitting up into the maple tree,
To comfort her I sat down beside she,
"Don't you know God loves you?
"Why is it you look so sad and blue?"

"Because I hate to see the day die,
And it's almost dead now." Said she and heaved a crying sigh.
"Tell Jesus what troubles you
"Then you will not feel so blue."

She jumped up and asked "You really think He would do that for me?
"Make me see how the day wouldn't pass by so quickly?"
"I am sure he could,
"In fact I know he would!

"Well, I had best be going now,
Remember Jesus will show you how."
These last words I uttered,
"I am so happy I'll ask Him now!" The happy lass muttered.

*~Marian~

I smell it cooking,
The sweet spices greet my nose,
I'd love to eat you!!!

*~Marian~

You watched your best friend suffer,
You took it worse than us- a lot more tougher,
Please for our sake hold on tighter;
See things a lot more brighter.

I understand how you feel bad,
How you feel deppressed not sad,
I miss him too;
He cheered us up when we felt blue.

He played with you and teased you like a brother,
And my Mamma felt like to him she was his Mother,
It makes us feel bad too;
He used to tease us as well as you.

But you must know he went to  God in Heaven,
Even though he has already died October 7,
You watched your best friend suffer;
You took it worse than us a lot more tougher.

It's not the way it used to be,
After him went all of Candy's kittens along with Callie,
I feel scared. . . I don't know and hope no more go next;
It's not like I could shrug it off like a piece of paper with no text.

I don't know what to do,
He cheered us up when we felt blue,
Now we feel sad whenever we think of it;
The event keeps playing in our mind ****** by ****** bit by bit.

He used to in his chair sit,
Now no one in it sits,
It is a sad reminder of him;
We think of these things on whims.

But for our sake don't feel sad,
He'd want you to feel happy not sad,
You watched your best friend suffer;
You took it worse than us- a lot more tougher.

~Marian~

How do you spell it?
I needed an extra r.
Thanks for helping me!

**~Marian~

Why art thou so sad, dear Daddy?
I makes me sad to see you this way, little laddie,
He writes about sad and gloom,
It makes me want to escape to my room.

It may not be so bad,
But still to see him writing about death makes me sad,
I write about light, sunshine, and sunrays;
While he writes about funreals, knells and lays.

Cheer up, dear Daddy,
There is still sunshine, little laddie,
There is sunshine for you;
Under skies of royal blue!

*~Marian~

She is very sweet,
I love her so very much,
I love you, Hilda!

*~Marian~