The Oak
By Maud Keary
"Dear Me, how nice this rain is," said the Oak,
"I hope at last we're in for a good soak;
My leaves were getting dusty, and my roots
felt like a tired man's toes inside his boots!"
Cuckoo Flowers and Daisies
By Maud Keary
Cuckoo flowers and daisies
Grasses grey with dew
Sunbeams of buttercups
And a sky all blue.
Primroses and cowslips
Bluebells and sweet may,
And a cuckoo calling
Far, far away.
Forget-me-nots and cresses
In the streamlet blue,
Fly a little nearer,
Oh, Cuckoo, do!
A Stargazer's Dream
By Susan Noyes Anderson
The magic of the universe
calls out to me from every star,
beyond the moon, my dreams unfold
and carry me to worlds afar.
I am as light as fairy wings.
My soul flies gossamer and free,
across the clouds and continents,
into the midnight galaxy.
There is no end to my delight.
I twirl through every sacred part,
collecting bits of pixie dust
to glisten in my mind and heart.
And when I land, my spirit filled,
the person that I know as me
shines brighter, lit up by each flash
of fantasy and reverie.
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