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Looking Out My Back Door

In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
Can you feel the adrenaline?
Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore.
Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before.
The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
It's not on some distant shore
It's within
My neighbors field called paladin
Under the sycamore.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins.

Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019

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Jenish Somadas Date: 12/23/2019 4:55:00 AM ##Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.## Your imagination is magical.. Good one.. Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 12/23/2019 7:18:00 AM Thank you, Jenish. I drive my family crazy with my magical imagination. I see something in everything around me. I hope you have a great Merry Christmas.

Robertina B. Date: 12/22/2019 10:52:00 PM I absolutely enjoyed your write, Bette.. You penned a magically exquisite poem!! Filled with wonderful imagery.. The magic definitely keeps us going, my friend.. Blessings to you! Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 12/23/2019 6:17:00 AM Thank you Robertina. I am glad you liked it. I hope you have a great Merry Christmas.

M. L. Kiser Date: 12/1/2019 11:05:00 AM "Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore. Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.' True magic write. Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 12/1/2019 12:30:00 PM Thank you. I see magic in so many things. It is what keeps my imagination and creative juices flowing.

Mystic Rose Rose Date: 11/30/2019 12:46:00 PM I love it when a poet is brave enough to see the magic and write about it, lovely poem, Thanks for sharing dear Bette Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 11/30/2019 12:58:00 PM Thank you. It is always a special treat when things come together. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving.

Caren Krutsinger Date: 11/30/2019 2:08:00 AM Magic is afoot. I hear the faeries and elves calling for us, Bette! Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 11/30/2019 6:42:00 AM I am always up for an adventure. It is what keeps us young.

Matthew Anish Date: 11/29/2019 7:18:00 PM Magical verse! Peace & Love Matthew Anish Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 11/29/2019 7:25:00 PM Thank you. I am glad you liked it.

Eve Roper Date: 11/29/2019 2:12:00 PM The magic does begin when you look out the door with fresh air and what will come by and also see. Nicely done, Bette. Sorry for your loss; I can not phantom every loosing a child, almost did once and I felt I was going to die. I lost my husband last year and even then was heartbreaking. Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 11/29/2019 2:38:00 PM There are no words to describe the loss of a husband. Your are In my prayers. I am glad you liked the poem. I see magic in a lot of things. It help me see life in a different way.

Janice Canerdy Date: 11/29/2019 1:12:00 PM Whimsical and entertaining poem, Bette. Janice Login to Reply Bette Bavington Date: 11/29/2019 1:16:00 PM I am glad you liked it. I hope you are having a great Thanksgiving holiday.