Amy Darnbrook


The Fairy Dance


Down by the lake
Where the weeping willows rest
Where no-one goes
The fairies dance

At midnight
When the inky sky
Is sprinkled with stars
The fairies dance

They sit on toadstools
Wear clothes made of petals
And round the flowers
The fairies dance

On the lake
Boats made of leaves
And all around
The fairies dance

They stay till dawn
When the sun rises
But under the inky sky
The fairies dance

Submitted: Sunday, November 08, 2009
Edited: Friday, November 20, 2009

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  • David Harris (11/8/2009 9:24:00 AM)

    Amy, I loved the gentle rhythm that flowed through this beautiful poem and the title just caught my eye. Top marks and thank you for sharing this my friend.
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