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Beside the slab of granite step
bluebells bloom 'neath southern sun
a saucer full of milk thumb deep
sits waiting for the wee small ones,
beauteous ones that no one shuns.

Feed them fine with sweets and cream
so they'll not steal your child new born.
Gift them tokens you hold in esteem
jewels as small as dew drops formed
and perhaps you'll be transformed.

A night you'll spend, but no more,
'neath the Fairy mound within the glen
with the Fairy Queen well loved adored,
then back at dawn with a prayer amen,
left to dream of might have been's.

*suggested meter correction made my a new friend..what do you think?

Sweet dreams 

Beside the slab of granite step 
the bluebells bloom 'neath southern sun 
a saucer full of milk thumb deep 
sits waiting for the wee small ones, 
- the pretty ones that no one shuns. 

With tasty sweets feed them and cream 
so they'll not steal your child new born. 
thus gift them tokens of esteem 
and jewels small like dew drops formed 
and perhaps you'll then be transformed. 

A night you'll spend, but thence no more, 
beneath the magic mound - in glen 
the Fairy Queen by you adored, 
then back at dawn with an amen, 
be left to dream of might have been's. 




Date: 4/11/13

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