Dec 2012
Part I
Here they come to me,
To dance with me through the air,
Spinkling fairy dust!
I will walk with them,
Through the Enchanted Forest,
To see their sweet world.
It is so pretty!
With flowers and ferns blooming,
By the pretty beck.
Moss-covered boulders,
Making stepping stones across,
The beautiful beck!
Sunrays hit the beck,
And make it very pretty,
Such a pretty scene!
Daisies and flowers,
Lavender and bluebells grow,
Beside the sweet beck!
Every flower blooms,
Here in pretty fairyland,
Come along with me!!*
~Marian~
Here they come to me,
To dance with me through the air,
Spinkling fairy dust!
I will walk with them,
Through the Enchanted Forest,
To see their sweet world.
It is so pretty!
With flowers and ferns blooming,
By the pretty beck.
Moss-covered boulders,
Making stepping stones across,
The beautiful beck!
Sunrays hit the beck,
And make it very pretty,
Such a pretty scene!
Daisies and flowers,
Lavender and bluebells grow,
Beside the sweet beck!
Every flower blooms,
Here in pretty fairyland,
Come along with me!!*
~Marian~
Note: beck is an old word for creek or stream
(Faerieland and in my head)
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