Silver Pennies

Sometimes it’s fun to play with how the friendly fae might reward hard work.

Silver pennies fall to willing hands
Working for home in all the lands.
When ever comes the break of day
The work begins for those who stay.

At night the fairies dance and feast
And tend their guard to man and beast
Yet when it comes the night is through
That duty falls to me and you.

At the edge of wood and glen
Sit the places made by men
To these places fairies go;
Extend the blessings men might know.

Wicked ones bring only harm
To house and field and distant farm.
The goodly ones chase such away
But they cannot keep their watch by day.

So silver pennies you may find
When days grow long and disaster climbs.
The fairies see the goodly soul
And ensure they are made whole.

Dreaming in Plot