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… Read More Silver Pennies
Because we all need hope. A brighter world tomorrow Than the one we have today And sharpest grief and sorrow Have somehow flown away. The dying of the sunset And dawning of the night Cause fire in our gullet As we begin what’s right. But labor is not over The work shall ever be The… Read More Rising Light
Not all the things we out grow are imaginary. Two ash trees stand, slim and tall All twined with crystal flowers A pegasus and unicorn Graze in that forest bower. The ashes’ branches curl and twine To make a forest door And through that gate, shimmering, A land beckons me once more. So many pass… Read More Gates of Fairy Land
In the hands of a righteous heart, a wooden sword is a mighty weapon against foes only children see. I have a sword that’s made of wood With it I protect all that’s good. Whether in the garden or in my room Evil things will meet their doom! Papa made my faithful sword From some… Read More Wooden Sword
I wrote this a while ago, but it never seemed the right time for it. It now seems appropriate for Memorial Day. Day of sorrow, day of pain Day to mourn the lost again. While vengeance serves a bitter draught Hard won justice is slowly bought. The wolf’s head fear the righteous sword And the… Read More Day of Mourning