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The poems and stories are for children of all ages. Enjoy and or have as much pleasure reading as I have had writing the tales and poems. Bern
Bern, Eighty years old and still going strong. emails to bshor@chello.at
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A
Dragon Tale.
I now have a Dragon to protect from all harm,
a wonderful creature full of mystical charm.
In Fairyland I go to visit him every single day.
He is a happy being always wanting to play.
Every day I must use all of my magic power.
He needs his large feeds every second hour.
My fairies are delighted to have such a friend.
They happily play together for days on end.
The fairies are kept busy painting new flowers,
I have for my Dragon built some new showers.
He has a huge appetite for trees and fresh grass.
I now wonder how it survived in the Alpine pass.
Delicacies and titbits arrive from over the sea.
There are even a few that are addressed to me.
The little folk send help from the World all over.
My new Dragon now lives his life in clover.
Leprechauns are curious this we all know.
Many tall tales of the dragon they did sew.
The Fairy Queen came to see my dragon and me.
Why she even stopped for a cup of my famous tea.
I told Her Royal Majesty that all was quite well.
Just to be sure she cast another magic spell.
A wave of her wand and my Fairyland disappeared.
It was just an ordinary back garden for all that neared.
Now all one can see is my rhubarb and my green peas.
It will be this way forever the spell will never cease.
My Dragon will live the rest of his long life in freedom
Looked after by fairies and magic in this fairy kingdom.
A
Day Out.
I have promised the little people a day at the seaside. I have rented a bus and we will go to the beach at Dymchurch. The sands at Dymchurch are of fine yellow grains and are good to walk in when one’s feet are aching. The beaches are like most English beaches there are wooden breakers placed along the beach to stop the sea causing too much erosion of the land. When we arrived the tide was out and we had the sands all to ourselves.
Soon all the Fairies, Elves, Pixies were playing happily on the sands. Just one of the Fairies, Noonfee did not seem to be having any fun at all. Noonfee was all on her own with a small stick she was making marks in the fresh sand. Going over to her I watched for a while and saw that Noonfee had drawn a picture of the beach. It was down to the last detail correct.
I spoke to her, “Noonfee you are all on your own, do you not want to play with the other Fairies?” “ No I am happy drawing my pictures let the others play and I can draw them in my pictures.” Noonfee then gave a soft sigh. “Isn’t it a pity that the tide will come in and wash all of my pictures away,” She looked so sad as she spoke these words that my heart went out to her. “Can you? I asked keep these pictures in your head until we go home? “Yes that is quite easy for me to do I remember every detail for days after.
The rest of the day I spent watching over the little people, making sure that each had a nice day at the sea. I went at least a dozen times for ice-cream for them all and the ice-cream man gave me some very enquiring looks he of course could not see the Fairies and the other little folk all he saw was me buying ice cream. At five o’clock I called all of the little folk together and we made our way to the bus. We passed the ice-cream man and all with much fun and noise boarded the bus. I got into the drivers seat and soon we were on the way home.
The following day I went into town and bought canvas and paints, brushes and a palette and took them back to Fairyland. Giving them to Noonfee I asked her to paint me a picture of the beach as she remembered it from the previous day. Soon Noonfee had four pictures ready for me to see. The paintings were beautiful and the detail was wonderful why I could recognise each Fairy. I took the paintings home with me and when the paint was dry I showed them to the man that runs the art gallery.
The man from the gallery was delighted with the pictures and wanted me to sign them. He offered me quite a sum of money for the pictures. I knew that Noonfee had no use for money and I could always afford to buy the paints and canvasses for her. In the end I agree that the art gallery showed the pictures they were unsigned and could not be sold. The pictures caused quite a commotion. Many people stopped to see them and many offered to buy them. After three months I took the pictures back home with me and told Noonfee how much excitement they had caused and how many people wanted to buy them. Noonfee smiled and then shyly said the paintings were done by magic I cannot paint. I stood for a moment looking at Noonfee I could not believe my ears I thought that she had painted the pictures herself. Now she told me that the pictures were done by magic.
I was very disappointed and went back home. In my front room I had the four pictures hanging on the wall and they had been hanging in the art gallery. Now on my wall were four blank canvasses. Not a Fairy was to be seen, the sea had gone and there were no Fairies or little people eating ice cream. Then to my surprise the paint brushes and all of the tubes of paint with the rest of the canvasses appeared on my front room table.
I now have a new hobby. Yes I paint pictures I tried to return the painting things to the shop but the man in the shop said it was all too long ago and he could not give me back my money. Now in the art gallery there are some of my pictures all are signed and I guaranty that they will not just disappear leaving a blank canvass. You have my word on this. Noonfee has not painted another picture with magic and now paints the flowers and other things that Fairies paint.
Mouse
Love.
One
of my little mice has fallen in love.
No, not with a mouse, but with a turtle dove.
It is the daftest thing you ever will see,
With him on the ground and her in a tree.
She coos and turtles all day long.
He just cannot join in the song.
What ever I do she will not fly away.
My mouse is tongue tied with nothing to say.
It is the saddest case I have ever seen.
So I asked for help from the Fairy Queen,
With one wave of her wand so magic,
My mouse now has wings it is not so tragic.
He flew to her high in the tree,
and that is how it should be.
I now will bring my short story to an end,
Before you all think I am around the bend.
A
Garden Problem.
Another day to get through, I have no idea of what I am going to do today. Turning in my bed I snuggle deeper into my pillow and wait for the alarm clock to ring. I could get up but somehow it seems so good to just lay and wait for the noise of the clock. I must have dropped off to sleep again for the ringing of the clock startled me out of one of those dreams that one remembers so fondly. A dream that is pleasant and giving one a feeling of wanting the dream to go on and on. I reluctantly get out of my bed and make my way to the bathroom. Performing my daily wash routine I go down to the kitchen and make myself breakfast. What shall I do today I ask myself again. Finishing my breakfast I go to the front door and look for post. There are no letters. The daily newspaper has been delivered and I spend some time reading through what is going on in this world.
While I was reading my newspaper I became aware that I was not alone a group of fairies had come in to the room by magic. They made no noise and were I think waiting for me to finish reading my newspaper. Folding my newspaper in its creases I laid it down on the table and turned to the waiting fairies. They all started to speak at once, I did not understand and called out, “please, one at a time, I cannot understand what you are saying, if you all speak at once”. Somewhat abashed the fairies stopped speaking and one of the older fairies told me that the fairies have planted a garden exactly the same as my back garden. Nothing seems to grow in their garden while in my garden all is coming on well. I will soon be able to cook fresh vegetables and eat fresh salads. I told the fairies that I would come and look at their garden to see what was wrong.
With a flock of fairies flying around my head I walked into the woods that are really Fairyland and we soon came to an exact replica of my own back garden. The beds had been laid out, plants and seeds sown but the growth was sadly lacking just a few green leaves here and there. I asked the fairies who had dug their garden? The answer did not surprise me they told me that they had asked the Leprechauns to dig the garden for them. The garden shed and my old wheelbarrow they had used magic to build them. I asked them whether they had used any manure while digging the garden; yes they had used the dry rotting leaves from the forest floor.
Have you shown this garden to anyone else, the wise old fairies for example? Have you shown it to Her Majesty Queen Feeana, Queen of all the Fairies? No they had not shown any one the garden they were too sad that nothing would grow. I looked carefully at the garden and could see no reason why nothing would grow. Then it struck me and I started to smile then burst out into a good hearty laugh. The fairies looked at me now a little afraid that they had done something terribly wrong. I smiled once again and then told them that they had put the garden in the wrong place. It was too dark in the woods all plants need light and the light comes from the sun. The leaves of the trees were blocking the light from the plants. All plants need light to grow. Looking very abashed the fairies hung their heads and were ashamed that they had forgotten one of Mother Natures laws. For anything to grow it must have light and light comes from the sun. Some of the younger fairies started to cry and I felt sorry for them all and proposed that we build anew garden where it was light and no trees could shut out the sunlight. Soon we had our new garden it was exactly the same as my back garden and in a few weeks there were plants and vegetables growing with lots of flowers. Indeed it looked just like my own back garden and we all went away happy. The fairies now know that all plants need light, just digging and planting does not work.
Baby
Rabbits.
On one of my walks through the woods or should I say Fairyland, I saw something that was rather strange. The fairies have with the help of magic made two-dozen wheelbarrows that all look the same as my old wheelbarrow in my garden. The wheelbarrows are exactly the same with the two comfortable cushions that I use sometimes, to have a rest in between weeding or digging my garden. The fairies have each a small baby bunny rabbit in the wheelbarrows and are running around having great fun. I hear their cries of delight as the wheelbarrows sometimes hit each other causing a crash and a pile up of baby bunnies and cushions with wheelbarrows on the ground looking rather the worse for wear.
I called to the fairies, told them to stop their game, as baby bunny rabbits are not toys, and could be hurt badly in such a game as the fairies were playing. Reluctantly the fairies took the small bunnies and placed them on the ground. No sooner were the babies on the ground the mothers came hopping and complained to me about the fairies treatment of the babies.
We have so much to teach our children they bitterly complained to me. As you know there is the wicked fox that is always looking for something to eat, then the birds such as the owls or the buzzards even the eagle attacks the rabbits and we have to teach our children to be on the look out for such creatures. Also we have to show them which grass is good to eat what leaves they can safely eat, and many other things that baby rabbits have to know to live safely in this world.
The fairies have been taking our baby bunnies for the last two weeks and playing these silly games with them. We are fed up with the fairies that should know better and we wanted to ask the Fairy Queen to stop them but Her Majesty is away on important business and we have not been able to get in touch with her.
I agreed with the mother rabbits and decided that the fairies should be made to make amends for their silly behaviour. I called the fairies to a meeting and told them what I thought about fairies that used baby animals as playthings. I would not report it to Her Majesty Queen Feeana but each of the fairies would take a baby bunny under their care and help the mother rabbits to look after them for a fortnight. The mother rabbits thought that it was a good idea as the fairies had been taught so many things in the fairy school. For the next two weeks the fairies looked after the mother rabbits with their babies.
The fairies were always the first to notice danger whether it was from the skies or from the ground and always warned the mother rabbits with their babies when danger was around. The fairies also knew where the best grasses grew and where the delicious berries were to be had and the young baby rabbits were fed so well in the next two weeks that they all grew up to be strong little rabbits. The fairies were rather sad when the two weeks were over and they said goodbye to the mother rabbits and to the little baby rabbits. The fairies never used baby animals again for their playthings. Now all is well in fairyland and I go walking every day, enjoying all the things I see in the woods especially the newborn animals.
White
Unicorn.
A beautiful white unicorn came my way,
Come it said let us with the fairies play.
I agreed I thought it would be nice,
much better than playing with mice.
The unicorn let out a trumpeting call,
it was answered by the fairies one and all.
Making rings of pretty daisies and corn,
We threw them over the unicorn’s horn.
The fairies soon tired of this play,
And threw the daisy corn rings away.
We all went looking for strawberries wild,
I found a large patch, large for a child.
First we fed them to the white unicorn,
Ate some ourselves gave some to a leprechaun.
Then we went deeper into the woods so green,
And were met by the beautiful Fairy Queen.
She said it would be nice to play hide and seek,
We all gave a solemn promise not to peek,
The unicorn hid very well behind some elderberry trees,
It was I that found him down on his knees.
Fairies I found quite easily it can be said,
Most of them had hidden in a mossy bed.
The most difficult of all to find, I found,
Was the Fairy Queen she had hidden under the ground.
Playing with the fairies and the white unicorn,
Made me feel glad that I had been born.
If a beautiful white unicorn comes your way,
At least be ready with the fairies to play.
Five
Geese?
I looked at my watch it was now five to ten in the morning. I have been working in the back garden since six o’clock in the morning. Time for morning coffee and I went indoors to put the kettle on to boil water for the old fashioned coffee peculator that I prefer to the modern new fangled coffee machines. I heard the knock on my front door and went to see who was calling on me. I was not expecting anyone. It was the local parcel delivery service with a parcel for me. I must admit I was a little surprised I had ordered nothing from any shop or company. On the wrapping paper there were three notes saying, “Fragile handle with care.!” I thanked the parcel man and went back into my kitchen to open the parcel. My kettle started to boil at this moment and I left the parcel on the table to make my coffee.
I quickly finished making my coffee and sitting on one of the table chairs I carefully opened the parcel. There were two layers of wrapping paper and then a cardboard box. An unusually strong cardboard box with a lid that fitted tightly, opening the lid I saw that whatever was in the parcel had been wrapped in foam plastic and then in cotton wool. My curiosity was now fully awake and I took out the top plastic layer then carefully removed the cotton wool. Nestling in the wool was a figurine of a Fairy complete with the most delicate wings. I looked at it for at least five minutes then carefully placing it on a shelf I noticed the letter that was underneath the cotton wool.
Opening the envelope, which was addressed to, Bern, friend of the Fairies somewhere in Dartford Heath. Now I was really puzzled who knew me well enough to send me such a beautiful present. I slowly read the letter and saw that this figurine was just one of five. The sender wanted from me five pieces of Magic Gold for the other four figurines. I was to go to a small village just outside Leeds in middle England and get the other four figurines in exchange for five pieces of Magic Gold. The figurines were in reality five Fairies that had been bewitched by a Sorcerer. This Sorcerer wanted five pieces of Magic Gold for the Fairies. I decided to go and see Her Majesty the Fairy Queen Feeana. Placing the figurine back in its cotton wool I made my way into the woods. Donnafee a Fairy that I knew well agreed to go and ask Her Majesty for five minutes of her time.
The all too familiar flash of light and the puff of smoke and Her Majesty stood before me. I quickly explained about my receiving the parcel and the strange letter that had come with it. I then carefully took out the figurine and showed it to Her Majesty. It was then that Donnafee called out. “It is Moonafee she disappeared two years ago with some other Fairies, we spent weeks looking for them.” Her Majesty said. “I recall the incident it was when my Magic Mirror was out of order and I could find no trace of the missing Fairies.” Her Majesty re-read the letter and then smiling she gave me six pieces of Magic Gold. I looked at Her Majesty and she smiled even more.” He asked for five pieces I will give him six. That should stop his greed for Magic Gold. I took the gold and went back home not before seeing that Her Majesty waved her magic wand and the figurine turned back into a real live Fairy and went off with Donnafee.
The next morning I caught the early train from Dartford and went to Charring Cross Station from Charring Cross I took a taxi to Kings Cross Railway Station and caught the train to Leeds. A taxi driver drove me to the village where the parcel had been sent from and I soon found the house with woman that had sent me the figurine. I introduced myself to the woman and wondered what she could have to do with a Sorcerer. It was then that I heard the cackle of geese coming from the back garden of the house. “My poor children.” She said. She invited me into the house and over a cup of sweet tea she told me this story.
Her Husband died and left her with five children two boys and three girls. The woman was poor and to make a living she went into the woods and collected all kinds of herbs and berries and the barks of trees she sold these to a man that answered her advert in the Newspaper. At first the man paid handsomely for the herbs and barks of trees then one day he came to her with the five Fairy figurines and asked her to sell them to the Fairy Queen Feeanna for five pieces of Magic Gold. He himself could not approach the Fairy queen as he was well known to be a very wicked Sorcerer and her Majesty would not have given him anything, certainly not Magic Gold. The poor woman refused when she heard that the Figurines were real Fairies captured by the Sorcerer. To make the woman obey him he waved a magic wand and her five children turned into geese. It was then that the woman agreed to get in touch with me.
I gave the woman the six pieces of Magic Gold and told her to give the sorcerer all of the gold. He only wanted five pieces but her Majesty said he should have six pieces. While I was there in the woman’s back kitchen I heard her phone a number telling the sorcerer that she had the Magic Gold for him but she would only give it to him when her children were turned back from geese into children again. I hid myself under the stairs that went up to the bedrooms and soon the Sorcerer arrived and turned the geese back into children again. I heard the poor woman’s happy cries as she saw her children. The Sorcerer was delighted at getting six pieces of gold instead of five and he went off on his way. I caught the next train to London with the four other figurines and arrived back at my home in Dartford Heath late at night.
The next morning I went quickly into the wood with my figurines and Donnafee with Moonafee were waiting with Her Majesty Queen Feeanna. A wave of Her Majesties wand and the four figurines were changed back into live Fairies and went off with Donnafee into the woods. Her Majesty took out her magic mirror and we both looked into it. I saw the sorcerer throw the six pieces of Magic Gold into the black cauldron that was resting on a tripod over a large fire. “Look carefully.” Said Her Majesty and then it happened the gold on hitting the heat from the cauldron turned into iron. The iron bubbled quickly out of the cauldron and soon the cave where the fire and cauldron were was filled to the ceiling with iron. The sorcerer would definitely not turn any more Fairies into figurines. Her Majesty then thanked me again for my help and gave me a Fairy figurine that had been made by one of the wise old Fairies. “This is to remind you of the day you helped when we were in need.” I thanked Her Majesty and went back home to work in my garden.
Fairy
Temptations.
It
was on one moonlit night,
I wandered along the seashore.
I witnessed a most peculiar sight,
Sheer fantasy is what I saw.
A pretty sweet young Mermaid,
Was lying on the sands.
I thought at first she prayed,
for she had crossed her hands.
But then I saw a Fairy beautiful to behold,
dressed in a royal gown spun from purest gold.
She spoke to the Mermaid with a melodious voice,
offering her three wishes of her own choice.
The Mermaid carefully listened then came her reply,
All the treasures of the ocean are mine.
On all the sea creatures I can safely rely,
food in the great oceans is for me to dine.
The most delicate of pearls are there for my taking,
as you see your three wishes I must deny.
For you it must be heartbreaking,
to hear this my solemn reply.
Then with a quick flip of her tail,
she swam off into the deep of the sea,
For the truth of this my tale,
you have my word and my guarantee
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