There are tales of little doors
And of creatures from the moors.
Fairies, leprechauns and trolls
In their hands their tiny bowls.
In dark of night when they do stir
You’ll never see more than a blur.
What’s for dinner? I don’t know.
They are hungry if they show.
Tiny heads and tiny feet
Laugh not if by chance you meet.
Stand so still and let them be.
Never fear what you can’t see.
Open wide that little door
Magic lives and it wants more.
Freedom such a pretty word
Deep within the heart it stirred.
Gently treat the magic folk
They may in you pure joy evoke.
Live together and at peace
And on life a brand new lease.
Butterfly Sand 
haha Charming! 😀
We both have fairy posts today! 😀
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The planets have aligned!
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Definitely! 😀
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I like this, Pam. You make them sound nice. All the fairy tales portrayed them as dangerous. Mother Quiall’s Fairy Tales are better than Mother Goose’s
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hahah Thanks. I refuse to let my childhood whimsy die!
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I wish I had read about YOUR magic folk when I was young!! They were always portrayed as little monsters ….. not unlike today’s schoolyard bullies!! Yours are lovable! 😍
🔹 Ginger 🔹
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Thank you Ginger! I am an unrepentent optimist.
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I do so like your post and it rings beautiful and true. I grew up believing in the Fairies and the
helpful little trolls. I like this quote :
“Gently treat the magic folk
They may in you pure joy evoke.”
Miriam
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Thank you Miriam. I prefer to believe in the good.
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How delightful!
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Every day needs a little bit of whimsy.
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Yes it does.
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