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Alethea's Fairies (1980)

Alethea told me that she saw them
the fairies playing in the oak
but she didn't tell her mother
for she'd think it was a joke

But I believed her story
for I remember as a child
the hours spent up in my tree
and the memories I compiled

All the magic things that happened
as I swayed there in the breeze
and that feeling of euphoria
I had when I climbed trees

Sometimes the magpies joined me
just to warble in the shade
and I'm sure I understood them
as I hid there in the glade

Oh how I loved that Moreton Bay
and the memories won't fade
even though she died so long ago
in my heart her beauty stayed

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and a warm welcome to Neopoet.
This is absolutely a piece I wished I have written. Bringing childhood memories and expressing them this well is the hardest for me till this moment, though they are many and all are happy.
I think you've interpreted them so well. I feel a little envied. :)
I have nothing to suggest for improvement at the moment.
Thank you!!


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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Thanks Rula im glad you liked it. My niece triggered those memories for me with her story about the fairies in the oak tree at my mums house.

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Like Rula has's is a nice reminisce about childhood and convey how well you connnect and communicate with nature...i specially liked the verses

All the magic things that happened
as I swayed there in the breeze

they provide an energy to the whole poem is what i thought..


raj (sublime_ocean)

Thanks raj

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