A wind ablowin South carried me forth North North by caress upward upward upward
Tumbling head over heels I went smiling as I moved swiftly swiftly allowing none to catch
Whether green or brown I fly I fly allowing all directions to be allowable a choice
Swirling bursts choo choo the wind tuffets as I dance dance to inner music in my mind
Singing in tune to the music of today I the leaf jiggle giggle as the wind tickles my funny bone until I cry uncle uncle cease cease so I can continue to fly
Feeling bursts of sun on vein by vein allow energy to surge surge as the wind tickle tickle and allow the cascadence to bring rainbow to circle around around around
Feeling euphoric indeed the leaf in the wind sighed with content and rested
By
Felicia McCaw
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
The Bird Who Knew
Inspired by Little Trotty Wagtail written by John Clare located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Gurgling and gasping he like to wag his little tail of brown and white feathers
Little beak of curious reflect the eyes of knowledge that he gathered and kept close
Friendly and sociable he chirped about the gossip he knew waddle waddle
Sitting fast atop in tree of large high he watch with eyes of eagle sharp all that went around
Commiserating with sorrow he told tales of sad with eyes filled with tears of pity to all those who asked who who who who
Smiling happy when news of joy he could tell he sparkled long and free with gossip gossip of happy tidings of all he knew
After all who should tell all but the bird who knew
By
Felicia McCaw
Gurgling and gasping he like to wag his little tail of brown and white feathers
Little beak of curious reflect the eyes of knowledge that he gathered and kept close
Friendly and sociable he chirped about the gossip he knew waddle waddle
Sitting fast atop in tree of large high he watch with eyes of eagle sharp all that went around
Commiserating with sorrow he told tales of sad with eyes filled with tears of pity to all those who asked who who who who
Smiling happy when news of joy he could tell he sparkled long and free with gossip gossip of happy tidings of all he knew
After all who should tell all but the bird who knew
By
Felicia McCaw
Silver Clouds
Inspired by Silver written by Walter de la Mare located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
In each lining is silver to cover the errant ways we try to curve away
The light is bloom but the dear clouds yearn for more more silver to hide each play
Dancing on the water the clouds appear disappear and reappear like shimmering sunshine that slips away
Silver clouds silver clouds the bells ring loud low with haunting sorrow they clamor with tears running abreast freely on all
Doves aplenty come out with hands of peace to bring good will and tidings to all under shelter of silver clouds as they play
Smiling happily silver clouds rejoice rejoice and come again and again to enlighten and bless the day
By
Felicia McCaw
In each lining is silver to cover the errant ways we try to curve away
The light is bloom but the dear clouds yearn for more more silver to hide each play
Dancing on the water the clouds appear disappear and reappear like shimmering sunshine that slips away
Silver clouds silver clouds the bells ring loud low with haunting sorrow they clamor with tears running abreast freely on all
Doves aplenty come out with hands of peace to bring good will and tidings to all under shelter of silver clouds as they play
Smiling happily silver clouds rejoice rejoice and come again and again to enlighten and bless the day
By
Felicia McCaw
King of the Fairies
Inspired by The Fairies written by William Allingham located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
High in the hills of Ajay a old king sits on a stone filed with misery long.
Despair of deep filled a soul so he near to having wits of none.
For his daughter Brianna died of a heart broken of love unrequited and gone awonder.
Trying all within his heart he tried tried to reach her to no avail none helped the mechanoly that stole her away.
All became silent as the sadness crept crept crept little by little until all became inconsolable with the loss of him and her.
Murmuring soft as soft they said we don’t know what to do? How can we help our king with his loss?
Hugging him dear all gave his support to keep him sane and living to continue the rule.
By
Felicia McCaw
High in the hills of Ajay a old king sits on a stone filed with misery long.
Despair of deep filled a soul so he near to having wits of none.
For his daughter Brianna died of a heart broken of love unrequited and gone awonder.
Trying all within his heart he tried tried to reach her to no avail none helped the mechanoly that stole her away.
All became silent as the sadness crept crept crept little by little until all became inconsolable with the loss of him and her.
Murmuring soft as soft they said we don’t know what to do? How can we help our king with his loss?
Hugging him dear all gave his support to keep him sane and living to continue the rule.
By
Felicia McCaw
Heart of My Desire
Inspired by My Hearts in the Highland written by Robert Burns located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
My heart of heart love thy presence in the sweet briar of the highlands
A country of hills and valley and sweet air of Scottish pine
A piece of tartan of my love give to me of remembrance to compel me love he say
The pipes a singing I hear in my mind, heart and soul to give flight of feet of light and flow
Heart of my desire I see his face dear in my mind’s eye as clear as my mirror sea
Laughter rumbling in chest of deep he always clasp me near with kisses of dearest sweet
Open heart I perceive no one can understand the love of him as he carried my heart soul until I no more
By
Felicia McCaw
Call of the Witches
Inspired by The Witches Call written by Clive Sansom located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Aroar Aroar the trumpets bleat long and hard to suppress it not
They come they come one and all to dither wither slither the fear from each corner of each child
Flying low and hard they cackle cackle with threat threats to scare all who hear
Cursing the church and churchyard tombs they look at other content with their play saying together too damn bad sinner beware your time soon
Silhouettes reflected in the moon they prattle endlessly until the meet of witches and warlocks become sessions quick
Bringing familiars and cauldron they stirred a brew of tales, curses, to shiver a human soul to quicken with fear quick at the arising of a form of dark from the depths with teeth of fangs and claws of hands of large twice
Laughter reverberating deep he said good good good to be free at last thanks to the call of the witches
By
Felicia McCaw
Aroar Aroar the trumpets bleat long and hard to suppress it not
They come they come one and all to dither wither slither the fear from each corner of each child
Flying low and hard they cackle cackle with threat threats to scare all who hear
Cursing the church and churchyard tombs they look at other content with their play saying together too damn bad sinner beware your time soon
Silhouettes reflected in the moon they prattle endlessly until the meet of witches and warlocks become sessions quick
Bringing familiars and cauldron they stirred a brew of tales, curses, to shiver a human soul to quicken with fear quick at the arising of a form of dark from the depths with teeth of fangs and claws of hands of large twice
Laughter reverberating deep he said good good good to be free at last thanks to the call of the witches
By
Felicia McCaw
Calico Hits the Sky
Inspired by Calico Pie written by Edward Lear located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Bing Bing my hats are my pride and joy they let me know if I annoy
Creek Crack the stick play a stone that only the fiddle knew alone
A jitter A jitter Calico fly thru the sky
Breeming with laughter she crooned a song all day long
Hat atilt she sashay and dance dance until the beetles say ba ba ba ba
Spiraling circles enamored with sprinkles of color kept Calico spirits high and she sighed
with joy
By
Felicia McCaw
Bing Bing my hats are my pride and joy they let me know if I annoy
Creek Crack the stick play a stone that only the fiddle knew alone
A jitter A jitter Calico fly thru the sky
Breeming with laughter she crooned a song all day long
Hat atilt she sashay and dance dance until the beetles say ba ba ba ba
Spiraling circles enamored with sprinkles of color kept Calico spirits high and she sighed
with joy
By
Felicia McCaw
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