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Fantasy Gardens


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Come see the world through your child's eyes

where mermaids swim and fairies fly

a world filled with wonder and delight

a world so perfect it must be right

so come with me and step within

and to yourself be a child again



Amy Brown (c) Adoption #1




Welcome, here is where I will place various poems some from other sites and other of my own. This is simple, to find poems about a specfic thing look for the headings entiled such as *Fairy Poetry* for poems about fairies this is really self explanatory. If you saw a poem that you liked on one of my other pages and its not gone dont panic it'll be right here! I like to update my pages often and give them a new fresh look and plus i like to have new things to read and such on them as often as possiable and one of the easiest ways to do that is to change the different poems on the pages once in a while. But every poem you find on any of fantasy gardens pages will end up here to stay! So as much as the other pages update this one does too!

Poems that are taken from other sites I will place links too on the bottom of this page NOT on the links page. So if you are looking for a link back to your site for poetry reasons look on this page. Typically peoms that are in different font styles are not my own and were taken from another site please keep this in mind but always check at the bottom for the auther and copyright dates please.


Aloha! lately the commiplents i've recieved have been on my poetry and poetry in general and I have to say i'm flattered. So soon i shall putting up a poll asking what type of poetry you guys would like to see more off and on what fantasy creature. I apprecaite the commpliments but to one person imparticular i must say please keep in mind that this site is suppose to be kid friendly and so the guestbooki entries should be as well....thankyou very much everyone for the compliments!

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Down at the bottom of the Garden

Have you ever thought at night
as you lay down your head,
about the little fairies
down by the garden shed?
For as you slumber sweetly on your
pillow stuffed with feathers, those
little sprites are having fun in
just about all weathers!
Leap-frogging the toadstools.
Showering in the rain.
Diving in the puddles.
Jacuzzi in the drain!
Flying with the butterflies.
Dancing in a ring.
Catching jars of moon dust.
Flying on a wing.

Floating on the snowflakes.
Skating on the ice.
Sliding down the rooftops.
Riding little mice.
Curling up in flowerpots,
hide and seek theyll play,
until the sun begins to rise and
dawns the brand new day.
Behold the magic garden,
enchantment seems to fade,
though nature blossoms bountifully
the sprites no longer play, but
when the sun starts sleeping, and the
moon arrives at eve, then
If you watch real carefully,
like me youll soon believe.
2002 Ananya


 Keep Three Wishes Ready

- Anette Wynne

I keep three wishes ready,
Lest I should chance to meet,
Any day a fairy
Coming down the street.

I'd hate to have stammer,
Or have to think them out,
For it's very hard to think things up
When a fairy is about.

And I'd hate to lose my wishes,
For fairies fly away,
And perhaps I'd never chance
On any other day.

So I keeep three wishes ready,
Lest I should chance to meet,
Any day a fairy
Coming down the street.

The Child and the Fairies

- Author Unknown

The woods are full of fairies!
The trees are all alive;
The river overflows with them,
See how they dip and dive!
What a funny little fellows!
What dainty little dears!
They dance and leap, and prance and peep,
And utter fairy cheers!

I'd like to tame a fairy,
To keep it on a shelf,
To see it wash its little face,
And dress its little self.
I'd teacher it pretty manners,
It always should say "Please";
And then you know I'd make it sew,
And curtsey with its knees!

The Life of a Fairy
Come follow, follow me,
You Faerie Elves that be,
Witch circle on the green;
Come, follow Mab your Queen;
Hand in hand, let's dance around,
For this place is Faerie ground.

Upon a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat,
Is manchet, which we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink
In acorn-cups fill'd to the brink.

The grasshopper, gnat, and fly
Serve for our minstrelsy;
Grace said, we dance a while,
And so the time beguile;
And if the moon doth hide Her head,
The glow-worm lights us home to bed.
author unknown, from Poems for Children, copyright 1946 .

A beauty of white
One spiraling horn, an undying believe
A virgin maiden, a hidden thief
An untimely death
An unmoral theft
You gave her your trust
now your body lies blood spilt in the dust
Finally today, your admired
Its your beauty they seek, no longer your horn they desire
young girls dream of thee
and peacefuly you live in a world of fantasy

(god of the sea)

The mystical god of the deep blue sea
When nymphs marveled the ancient earth
And little mermaids reigned carefree
From pristine lakes to Atlantis sea
When no human species spoiled the soil
And minotaurs still roamed around
Unicorns raced freely with the solar wind
And centaurs charged with blazing speed.
But the celestial sun sealed the fate of man
One mighty swoop wrestled Neptunes arm
Pristine lakes became lava of death
Atlantis transformed into ocean red
The nymphs and mermaids are now gone
Unicorns and centaurs all vanished too
Some transformed into birds and thud
Other species fossilized in sun and mud
Only the whales and sharks faithfully bide
To remind us of sea god once upon a time.

 Ross H. Bruce 27-Apr-2000

In This Land of Mythical Sanctuary
Unicorns graze alone in quiet clearings
centaurs watch and talk softly
In this land of mythical sanctuary
Faeries flit from bud to bud
Dragons flame and roar violently
In this land of mythical sanctuary
Plants, animals and in-betweens
live and thrive, wild and free
In this land of mythical sanctuary
Extinction unknown
Death naturally
In this land of mythical sanctuary
For the creatures the world has left behind
for all the living things peace there will always be
In this land of mythical sanctuary
~Ayla Fisk~

The Stolen Child
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by the furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase away the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in it's sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools amoung the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in thier ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop thier tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
And with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or kettle on the hob.
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With faery, hand in hand,
From the world more full of weeping
Than he can understand.
~W.B. Yeats~

Overheard on a Saltmarsh

- Harold Monro

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, globin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.


Give them me. Give them me.


Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Golbin,why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I desire them.


I will howl in a deep lagoon
For you green glass beads,I love them so.
Give them me.Give them.

Fairy poetry:

Fairy, Fairy

Fairy, Fairy of the breeze
Won't you grant one wish for me?
I wish to be just like thee
With tiny wings and a voice to sing
To flutter freely as I please
A lil fairy of the sea
Fairy, fairy grant me this one wish
To live my life like yours in bliss
Lil child can't you see?
I can't let you be just like me
I can't grant you your one wish
Think of the family whom you'll miss
You'll lose your friends
and have a broken heart to mend
You won't find love
If you fly on wings above
Fairy, fairy if what you say is true
My days would surly be blue
So here I will stay
But i won't forget thee, I will look for you with each passing day
Lil child your heart is kind and your word is true
So I'll tell you what I will do
I will let you visit us
Till you grow too old and tall, then leave you we must
but not without a gift
A bag of fairy dust to which you may sift
Till you find a charm
Your memory of us you will lose but it will cause you no harm
A silver Fairy with a vivle of dust
Within your memory of us
O fairy! I don't want to think you not real
But I will take your kind deal
And when I grow too old and tall
And my imagination is dull
I will take your gift
and through the dust I shall sift
And place the charm with my memory of thee upon a string
And wear it always so your apart of me
O child! what kind words you say
I will visit with these passing days
And if what you say is true
I will always be with you


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?
Is it a secret no one is telling?
Why, in your garden
Surely they're dwelling!
No need for journeying, Seeking afar:
Where there are flowers, the fairies are!
"Author Unknown"

Night Dancers

- Thomas Kennedy

Their quick feet pattered on the grass
As light as dewdrops fall.
I saw their shadows on the glass
And heard their voices call.

But when I went out hurrying
To join them,they were gone.
I only found a little ring
Of footprints on the lawn.

Have you ever watched the Fairies?

- Rose Fyleman

Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done
Spreading out their litting wings to dry them in the sun?
I have, I have! Isn't it fun?

Have you heard the fairies all among the limes
Singing little fairy tunes to little fairy rhymes?
I have, I have, lots and lots of times!

Have you seen the fairies dancing in the air
And dashing off behind the stars to tidy up their hair?
I have, I have: I've been there


Poetry Links:

This is only the poetry section of this site but the entire site in general is fantastic! The Scrolling font peoms are the ones taken from this site I will attempt to set up a system as to who's poems belong to what site but for now your going to have to figure that out on your own.

collection of faerie poems

mermaid poetry

Fairy Poetry

A lil of everything-poetry

Fairy poems 2-Wonderful wonderful site!

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
-Henry David Thoreau


I walked upon the rock strewn shore
and watched a soaring gull
as a great red globe of daybreak sun
shone scarlet on a hull

On rounded rocks as high as a man
the waves came roaring in.
A spray cloud rose each time of crash
and drifted on the wind

As each great wave rose over the rocks
upon the sandy shore, 
a hundred tiny fiddler crabs
ran sideways up before.

Then water ran down in myriad streams
as the waves rolled back beyond
and the fiddler crabs came running back
through each small frothing pond.

It was there that morning I saw the nymph
there standing on the rock,
her naked skin there striving
for nature's secrets to unfrock

A crimson mist around her glowed
while red rivulets ran down her breast
then with arms outstretched up to the sky
she embraced each wave upon her chest.

The long raven hair streamed in the wind
like banners from a staff
while high above a gull was heard
to cry and sing and laugh.

With piercing eyes she saw me there
and her lips became a smile.
She beckoned with her open arms
while waves crashed all the while.

As the sun rose up into the sky
and lost its crimson hue,
the vision faded and mist turned white
with shades of ocean blue.

Then out beyond the rocky shore
where the water rose smooth with swell
I saw a dolphin rise in arc
and heard its shrill farewell.

Bill Orr

Symphony Of The Sea

The smoky breath of Poseidon,
Billowing over wintered wings.
Gracefully touched by ice maidens,
Silent thoughts magically sing.

The mother's crystalline wine,
Flows over verdant isles.
Glimmering like an ancient shrine,
A mirror expanding endless miles.

A melody floats upon the tides,
Lingering within cool sprays.
Upon creamy foam the tune rides,
And silver notes gently raise.

Sweetened with an aqua hue,
The mermaid song plays on.
Secrets of the depths are viewed,
Unlocked by the coming dawn.

A symphony soars within the light,
Sea nymph voices floating high.
Within the sound I hear her might,
Echoing where ocean meets sky.

The crystal opera begins to fade,
Becoming now a hymn of the sea.
Memories fall in a final cascade,
Reminding that the song shall always be.

~*by Alwye*~

A childs eye
As you gaze into a childs eye
there is a certian twinkle you might spy
Within that twinkle is a magical world
Where innocence lives in blossom curls.
Mermaids swim in oceans blue
Little elves who don't cobble shoes
Fairies who flutter on the summer breeze
Unicorns tread in ease.
A world where princess' always find their prince
a world where no face twists into a painful wince
A treasured world in a glimpse of a child eye
A world we all too soon let pass us by.

Little JohnBottlejohn

Little Johnbottlejohn lived on the hill,

and a bilth lil man was he.

And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid

Who lived in the deep blue sea,

"Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John bottlejohn, wont you come out to me?"

Little John Bottlejohn heard he song,

And he opened his little door,

And out he hopped and skipped,

And he skipped and hopped,

Until he came down to the shore.

And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,

And still was she singing so free,

"Oh! little John Bottlejohn, Pretty John Bottlejohn wont you come out to me?"

Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,

And the mermaid, she made one too;

And she said,  " Oh! I have never saw anyone half so perfectly sweet as you!"

In my lovely home 'neath the ocean foam,

How happy we both might be!

Oh! little John Bottlejohn, Pretty John BottleJohn,

wont you come down with me?

Little John Bottlejohn said, "oh! yes I'll willingly go with you,

And i shall never quail at the sight of your tail,

For perhapes i may grow one too."

So he took her hand, and left the land,

and plunged into the foaming main.

And little John Bottle John, Pretty John Bottlejohn

was never seen again.

~ Laura E. Richards~



If you look real hard you just might find a secret path that leads to my secret garden....