Lost in words,
Lost myself,
Lost everything.

Still striving,
Lifelessly surviving,
Living by the hour.

Gone in 60 seconds,
Had to learn my lessons,
But it's far to late to turn back.

Metal bracelets,
Free car ride,
A bed, a blanket, breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Burned a bridge,
Tried to swim,
Drowned....

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~

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~

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

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~

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

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

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

Plastered on the ceiling
Mind is always reeling
I don't like this feeling
Watching you stealing
Oh, you're so appealing
What are you revealing?