I sat upon the garden swing those many seasons ago my little girl - TopicsExpress

I sat upon the garden swing those many seasons ago my little girl of flaxen hair upon my knee "Seasaw Margery Daw" we sang and swung the evening sunshine through till bedtime We talked of many thing, the trees, the garden, the birds, the sky and clouds and where thunder came from We talked about the long gently swaying grass within the orchard small, an orchard in which the swing rocked to and fro We named the wild flowers their colours yellow, blue and poppy red under the pink blossom of the apple tree When upon in no uncertain terms I was told there amongst the grass tall, at the bottom of the garden is where the fairies live As quickly as I had named the flowers the fairies names flowed from her excited lips To my surprise within Pixie Hollow lived Tinker Bell, Beck, Bess, Fira and the newest of them all Prilla born of fairy dust. "Why" said I. "I never knew, and what do fairies do"? "Play with me when I am alone". Here lays the tales of imagination and stories at bedtime, to sit and watch a little girl fall asleep, to drift into never never land, warm and safe with Raggerty Anne cuddled tight under her chin.