Friday, July 23, 2010
She'll be queen once she is grown.
Made of petals of lily and wild roses,
she honey bathes our eyes, and delights our noses.
Little queen to be, you have yet to speak a word...
but through all the glen today,
your name alone we heard.
Your secret name is kept in a seed of flower's wild,
Your manner will be light as air; your heart, as kind and mild.
But for now, you sleep like any babe, our little fairy child.
Copyright © 2010 Tess
Sunday, July 11, 2010
I just discovered a site that's really lovely (thank you Marinela!) and I think it will be a great help. Monday's Child at http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/.
The Moon and Me
We are happy, the bright- faced moon and me,
Gazing past the fluffy clouds to an ocean blue.
The sailboats rocking themselves dream the open sea.....
If you were told to go to sleep what would you do?
My calico cat purrs at the foot of my bed.
Mother hears me scribbling and calls up the stairs, "Remember what I said!"
She promised we'd ride to the white sandy beach
and pack in our basket juicy plums, cherries, and peaches for each.