Poem: The Flight Of The Fairies

The Flight of the Fairies by Fay Inchfawn is a delightful poem that describes how the Little Folk tend to the woodlands. Allow yourself a few minutes of comfort and joy as I read this poem to you. Enjoy this poem before bed, a nap, or even just a short break from work or home life.

Transcript

The Flight of the Fairies by Fay Ichthon There's a rustle in the woodlands and a sighing in the breeze,

For the little folk are busy in the bushes and the trees.

They are packing up their treasures,

Every one with nimble hand.

Ready for the coming journey back to sunny fairyland.

They have gathered up the jewels from their beds of mossy green,

With all the dewy diamonds that summer morns have seen.

The silver from the lichen and the powdered gold dust too,

Where the buttercups have flourished and the dandelions grew.

They packed away the birdie songs then,

Lest we should be sad.

They left the robins carol out to make the winter glad.

They packed the fragrance of the flowers then,

Lest we should forget,

Out of the pearly scented box they dropped a violet.

Even o'er a leafy carpet,

By the silent woods they came,

Where the golden bracken lingered and the maples were aflame.

On the stream the starlet shimmered,

O'er their wings the moonbeams shone.

Music filtered through the forest and the little folk were gone.

Reviews

So beautiful and Hilary presents it to perfection