Ask not for whom the bell tolls
Said little fairy bell sitting in the meadow
Among the Prim Roses reflecting, the sun’s glow
The Cow Slips in the rain
The Lady Smock trips on her train
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
The Snap Dragon bites, the Willow Weeps
The Baby’s tear’s, it often weeps
So ask not for whom the bell tolls
The fox has new gloves
The mother in law a tongue, the lily is for peace,
So ask not for whom the bell tolls
The Blue bell, Cow bell the Canterbury bell
The White bell Pink and Oconee bell
Please ask not for whom the bell tolls
The Bell flower the Chilean bell
The Chinese bell and all
So when asked for whom the bells tolls
I say it tolls on all bells in the fall.
© Mandy Tams 3/08/2015
Local names for bell shape flowers .
Fairies too get thirsty
And one just might come to sup
And linger for a moment at
Inviting nectar cup.
If it happens you should see her
Do not take the time to blink
For a fairy though she's tiny
Is must faster than you think.
She resembles a small hummer
As she dips and darts on high
Or perhaps you could mistake her for
A lovely butterfly.
If you think your eyes deceive you
Then a secret I will tell
You must listen for the tinkle of
Her minute fairy bell.
When you hear her bell I warn you
Do not dare to look away
For fantastic friendly fairies
Do not visit every day.
Fairies too get thirsty
And one just might come to sup
And linger for a moment
At inviting nectar cup.
If it happens you should see her
Do not take the time to blink,
For a fairy though she's tiny
Is much faster than you think.
She resembles a small hummer
As she dips and darts on high,
Or perhaps you could mistake her
For a lovely butterfly.
If you think your eyes deceive you
Then a secret I shall tell.
You must listen for the tinkle
Of her minute fairy bell.
If you should hear or see her,
Do not dare to look away,
For fantastic, friendly fairies
Do not visit every day.
By: Joyce Johnson
For The Sweetest touches of Verse Poetry contest
Fairies too get thirsty
and one just might come to sup
and linger for a moment
at inviting nectar cup.
If it happens you should see her
do not take the time to blink
for a fairy though she's tiny
is much faster than you think.
She resembles a small hummer
as she dips and darts on high
or perhaps you could mistake her
for a lovely butterfly.
If you think your eyes deceive you
then a secret I will tell.
You must listen for the tinkle
of her minute fairy bell.
If you should see or hear her
do not dare to look away
for fantastic, friendly fairies
do not visit every day.
Joyce Johnson 11/14/09
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