the rainbow

Can that fairy place be found
Where the rainbow touches ground?
Will you tell me, driver, pray,
Is it very miles away?

Somewhere there must be a spot
Shining like a coloured blot,
Pink and purple, blue and green,
Like a transformation scene.

What must all the cattle think
When the grass and flowers turn pink?
Woolly sheep, what do you do
When the daisied field shines blue?

Happy must those children be,
Who the rainbow's end can see,
Who can play and dance and sing
In the rainbow's shining ring!

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the flowers

~*~ The Flowers~*~

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

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