A faerie queen drifted out of her dream,
To catch a star and ride a moonbeam.
The scented flowers in her hair,
Is the perfect crown that a queen should wear.
Once upon a time, she greeted the day,
And found a mouse who wanted to play;
She touched the mouse and he became,
A most glorious king without a name.
The star on the rod that was held in her hand,
Was to rule all subjects who dwelt in the land
Together they planned a monarchy,
So all in the land would be happy and free.
The kingdom that formed dwelt in the air,
With goodness and love, the subjects there.
All that took place was blessed and right,
For the subjects of the kingdom lived in light.
All who lived there were filled with laughter,
And happy to live in the glorious hereafter.
All who dwelt there came to the conclusion,
That joy can be found in a mystic illusion.
For Leighann's Anderson's Land of Fairys contest
Tap, Tap, Tap
Tiny scruffy shoes
Awaiting small waiflike feet.
Pining to explore.
Tattered from walking,
Adoring the exploring.
Providing comfort.
Two lonely black shoes
Amusing both days and nights.
Praying for delight.
Tiny shoes now rest.
Anticipating new dreams.
Pretending to sleep.
Tomorrow she comes.
And slips tiny feet inside.
Proudly perked-up souls –
Two happy black shoes
Anxiously begin the day.
Playfully happy –
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 17, 2010
I'm thankful for my mom and dad,
And the happy childhood that I had.
We didn't have so many toys
But there were lots of other joys.
Dad was a farmer planting seeds,
To provide us with our daily needs.
Mom planted too, the seeds of love,
Germinating from up above.
She taught us how to love each other
And have respect for one another.
We've kept those feelings still today,
Though childhood days are far away.
We went to church and Sunday School
Where we were taught the Golden Rule.
So many times our mama cried,
If we were bad or if we lied.
She didn't teach without regard
That growing up is truly hard.
We loved her and wanted to be
As gentle and as kind as she.
My brothers never made me cry,
The four of them older than I.
My gentle dad taught them to be
Protectors of my sis and me.
A child who's raised with loving care
Is a happy child beyond compare.
She'll want to share the love she knew
And teach it to her children too.
What comes around will go around
And other happy children found.
And when a better world is had,
It all started with my mom and dad.
Won 2nd place
when winter winds come whistling bringing fields of newborn snow
it brings back remembered memories of the years so long ago
i can vision all my playmates all the real and make believe
and the snow upon the sidewalks with the barren ice filled trees
in the fields we played together building forts and sharing sleds
till we heard our mothers calling come its time to go to bed
in the morning we would listen to the early morning news
and we always would be hoping for the closing of our schools
now the years have passed so quickly i have children of my own
as i watch them i am happy for the seeds that i have sown
in the yard they build a snowman oh its such a childhood craze
and it always brings back memories of my happy childhood days
Little moments are happy things
Sunny warm summers on swift moving swings
Worms on the driveway after the rain
A foggy window to write my name
Mommy's smile, Daddy's laugh
Popping the bubbles in my bath
Watching a bird building a nest
All by my big-self, I got dressed
Firework displays and bright Christmas lights
Family room camp outs and clear starry nights
Wearing fuzzy fleece pj's and super-soft slippers
Tying my laces and zipping my zippers
Sledding in snow and skipping in Spring
Little moments are happy things
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Siblings
Two pictured perfect
Oh dear then came three
Mum and Dad loved each other
I am sorry but happy
They stumbled and fell with me
I had to share your room
You even had it painted
In the clinical white you have come to know
But I was just a little kid
You even had our duvets
Look like a stephen king clown horror show
I tried to stretch my arms
And inject a little artistry
My time would never really shine
I am not sure what was in our hearts
But whatever genes were injected
They're will could not reach mine
I think we all know
Something went wrong
Something along the way
But I will never hurt
Never ever, for the gift
Of being able to feel life in awe and decay
I am advertising space
For all that life
Has to shed and pour out
If it kicks me
Kisses me
Shakes me all about
I am happy to feel
Every single bruise
Every emotion cut to the very core
If a life happened
To fall upon me
When unexpected
Then the least I can do
Is it let it take from me
All it wants to explore...
Here is my Kevin,can
you see.
He's come home to see
you and me.
Out of the blue,he's come
from the past.
Home, to see his mother,
he's here at last.
It's so good to see him,
we waited so long.
I was so glad to see him,
I could have sung me a song.
I love him so much,it's
plain to see.
So happy to have him,I
finally feel free.
He's tall and handsome,
and a very nice man.
In this America,we call
our land.
He has a wonderful wife,
and two great kids.
I'm so happy with them,
I could flip my lid.
All is good, in my little
space.
Cause I got to see,his
cute little face.
Rest now Mom,and be
at peace.
All is well,and it will
not cease.
God is with us,all the
way.
Tomorrow will bring
a wonderful day.
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