Long ago and far away,
There lived a girl who loved to play,
With fairy folk and pixies too,
There wasn’t a lot else to do.
She had no mum and dad you see,
They’d gone away when she was three,
And left her with the fairy folk,
And as they left the High Queen spoke:
Treat this child as our own,
She ordered from her queenly throne.
Dress her, wash her, see she’s fed.
And gather leaves and make a bed.
She must be loved and tended to,
Her parents put their trust in you.
And so the fairies rallied round
The little girl, and soon they found,
That they had grown quite fond of her,
Despite her size (they quite prefer,
To play with fairies their own size;
To play with giants seemed unwise)
They loved her like their own, and guessed,
That soon the girl would feel quite blessed,
And leave behind the life she had,
Her old home with her Mum and Dad.
And they were right, before too long,
The girl learned all the fairy songs,
And how to skip and how to fly,
No longer did she wonder why
Her parents left her in the wood,
She was happy. Life was good.
She played and laughed for many years,
Very rarely shedding tears.
Until one day, into her life,
Walked an old man with his wife.
We’ve come to take you home, they said.
To your toys and to your bed.
The little girl burst into tears,
For it had been so many years,
That she no longer recognised
Her Mum and Dad and was surprised,
When they assumed that she would leave,
Her forest home amongst the trees,
And all her special fairy friends,
Whose loving kindness knew no ends.
I will not go! She told her Dad,
Which really made him feel quite sad.
Because for many years he’d dreamt
About this day, and that dream kept
His spirits high when times were hard;
Leaving his girl here had scarred
His tender heart, but he had thought,
She’d not be safe whilst wars were fought.
But now that he had fought and won,
It was the time to have some fun,
And live life as a family,
For too long, they’d been two, not three.
But his girl said she wouldn’t budge.
His wife gave him a gentle nudge,
And said to him: Why don’t we stay?
And we can learn to live this way,
Amongst the woods with birds and bees,
A fairy home, amongst the trees?
Their daughter looked at them and said:
You should, leaves make a comfy bed!
I’d love it please, if we could stay,
And you could learn the fairy ways.
And that is how it came to be,
The fairies soon had giants, three,
Living life the fairy way,
A life of love and hope and play.
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thank you x
Adorable! I love it!
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thank you Brenda! x
So you want me to reblog. I was sitting here icing my back, and thought I should have offered… morale was low. 🙂
I’m always delighted if you are happy to reblog, your readers are a very lovely bunch!
I hope your back feels better soon. How miserable for you x
Lovely story Pooky with an unexpected ending, what a wonderful way to complete their family all three living a fairy life.
Thank you – as ever it was made up hurriedly as I went along but this seemed to resolve the outstanding issues my daughters might find upsetting! x
Good that it did. All lived happily ever after?
Yes! It’s very important to Ellie that everyone is happy in the end… Lyra is more cynical, but also more easily scared.
Ahh good they are so different, you have chosen good names for your girls.
Thank you. We spent a long time choosing Lyra’s name (Lyra is the feisty heroine in the Philip Pullman novels which are set in an imaginary version of Oxford University which is where Tom and I met). We didn’t choose Ellie’s name, she came with it (well, with Ellen which we shorten), I would love her to have something more unique but it is a very sweet name that suits her well… Did you find it hard to think up names for your children? I think it’s hard for teachers because so many names already have associations with kids you teach.
wow, wow, wow. I really liked the story. It really did not matter where they lived as long as they lived together as a happy family. and a great lesson here, if you love someone, you are willing to sacrifice lots of things just to make them happy and to be with them. also, we must not be too hasty to judge. the daughter felt she was abandoned but the father had left her there to protect her….there are always two sides to a story, if only we listen
I love your take on my poem! I really enjoy hearing what people read into the lines I write, it often makes me read again through different eyes entirely.
Sweet! Can I come visit I want to see the fairies out side your window 🙂
Oh but of course, but you know there are probably fairies at the bottom of your garden too? You just need an orange and some patience… https://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/how-to-find-fairies-in-your-garden/
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Here is a magical poem about fairies and humans from Pooky’s Poems. Hope you have a great week ahead! Warmly, Brenda
This is absolutely wonderful! I loved the story and they rhythm of the poem. It makes me want to visit the fairies!! I’d probably want to stay, though…
oh but that’s okay, it seems they’re quite welcoming!
Here’s how to find some: https://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/how-to-find-fairies-in-your-garden/
This made me smile. I love the happy ending. 🙂
thank you! I was troubled about how I’d resolve it as I was writing it but I think it worked out okay in the end, I quite like the idea of this family living like giants with all their fairy friends.
I love fairies and I loved this adorable poem! 🙂
I love fairies too, ,as do my girls (and my Mum!)
I also wrote a poem about why fairies need to take your teeth: https://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/13/why-do-tooth-fairies-need-so-many-teeth/
and how to find them at the bottom of your garden: https://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/how-to-find-fairies-in-your-garden/
Adorable, smiling broadly from the read 🙂
I’m so pleased it made you smile!
You are very, very good at this! But, then, practice helps, doesn’t it? I’ve been doing more drawing than rhyming! Well done.
Thank you – on day one I wondered if I wrote a poem a day I’d get better at it! I’m not sure but I certainly really enjoy it.
I can’t draw at all so my hat comes off to you!
Sweet poem and a happy ending!
thank you, my girls like a happy ending!
This is wonderful! It could be a children’s book!
hee hee! Maybe one day, if only I could draw!
Oh Pooky, I do love this. For me it shows that sometimes we have to make very difficult decisions in the name of love, but if we never stop loving we can find a way to go on.
It’s a beautiful, light hearted fairytale on one level, and like the best of fairytales it holds one of life’s truths at its heart.
It’s just beautiful.
Hugs Tricia xx
Thank you Tricia. It developed as I was writing in response to the questions and worries I knew the girls would have.
I’m glad you liked it xxx
Enchanting and magical with such a happy ending. ~ Dennis
Thank you Dennis, my girls liked this one too 🙂
a life of love and hope and play – what not to love – thanks for this enchanting poem
thank you john!
A wonderfully fun story indeed.
thank you – you seem to have been on a commenting binge?!
Finally making some time to catch up on reading blogs, even though still very busy. 😀
If I would be in that world? A place where fairies live.
because of this poem or whatever, I got a big hand of applaud in the class. Thank You
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 😦
a bad smile for such a big poem
Hey Keira! So you read this in class? I’m glad you liked it 🙂 do you write? X
Love all of your fairy poems!
Thank you 🙂 my four year old girls adore fairies (so do I!)