Best Fairy Ring Poems

Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew...

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Lights shine in the wood,
the flicker in the wood,
the wood with the fairy ring.

''No tresspassing''

Bold black words
printed on a plastic sign
nailed to a tree,
a tree...

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Once at dawn upon a wandered mind when day had dwelled within a dream,
I stood afore a forest's edge and gazed upon its refulgent grassy...

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It said "Listen now and listen well, you who looks upon what's mine:
The ground between the aureole round the ring of tree and vine.

You look...

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Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink...

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In a small grassy field
With the trees all around
There's a fairy ring ancient and old
And at times you can hear
Perfect echoes of sound --
'Tis the...

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Where have all the fairies gone
where do they go at night.
Do they take to the wing
and off they go in flight?
I thought that they were...

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The redwoods’ fairy ring, wall in a family secret
Only, not all roots dig as deep…
Parched, some shrivel, loosening the circlet

Shush….the tallest ones whisper steep
Elegance alas,...

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Each day I come to this special place, to catch a glimpse of fairies fair
Each day I come with a smile on my face, hoping...

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Glossy blooms floating all around you 
as the lure of the fairy realm surrounds
married mortals, to bring them to human life. 

Gazing at you with...

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ODE TO THE WINTER SUN
Who could believe what we have seen
It is a sun in winter what a rare thing

In the open we run to...

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The twenty-first son born with a brat his caul                ...

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Down the bottom of the garden
where the mushrooms abound
is where you will find our home
pretty houses made of cobwebs

They sparkle and glitter in the sun
see...

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September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.

Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the...

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I would give anything for a nook and storybook,
Since books take you into an exciting new world!
Maybe you can pretend that you are a famous...

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