All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames-- These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
Robert Louis Stevenson 1850-1894
4 comments:
Reading your entries, always supplies such a ray of sunshine, to your readers. -happy sigh-
Gentle hugs,
'Aunt Amelia'
Dear you,~
Aunt Amelia's Attic
I love the poem! Thanks for sharing. It made me smile!! :)
Don't you just adore Stevenson. I memorized so many of his poems when I was a little girl.
What a beautiful poem Dutchess! Did you have a beautiful lilac day today with your love? I hope so! Anita
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