In the glen

Where are the fairies? Where can we find them?
We've seen the fairy rings they leave behind them,
When they have danced all night, where do they go?
Lark, in the sky above, say do you know?
Where are they?

Is it a secret no-one is telling?
Why, in your garden, surely their dwelling!

No need for journeying, seeking afar:
Where there are flowers,
There fairies are!
(Author Unknown)

fairy picnic

O GIVE me the ears of a fairy
         To hear the trees growing,
     The greeting of ants and of earwigs;
         To hearken the lowing
     Of tiny green cattle in grass woods
         Where wee winds are blowing.

Fairies whispering to each other and the wind.

Follow me to
Fairies and wings

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Cicley Mary Barker is the artist of some of these
beautiful fairies.

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