Friday 30 August 2013

Nature's Playground

Nature's Playground

Mummy, can we go outside exploring,
let our imaginations run wild and free?
Outside we can soar to the clouds like a buzzard,
or collect nectar like the busy honey bee.

With sticks we could be knights yielding swords,
or create pictures and patterns in the soft soil.
We could mix up potions of berries and leaves
and watch as they bubble and boil!

We could be pirates with trees as our ships, 
search for treasure and colourful stones.
Or explorers with magnifying glasses
on the hunt for dinosaur bones!

We could go outside and run,
chase the wind as it ruffles our hair,
make our way to the bridge over the burn,
search for the troll who hides under there! 

When we feel a wee bit tired
and need a little rest,
we'll gather up some twigs and moss
to make a big birds nest!

Inside our nest we'll sit
and chatter like birds do,
then when we feel a wee bit peckish
we'll dig up a worm or two! 

Wow! Nature's playground sounds amazing, 
of course you can go outside. 
Just remember if that troll appears
to run away and hide!


Faeries

Faeries

Mummy, are there really faeries? 
Are the stories really true?
Do the wee folk really live
alongside me and you? 

Mummy, do they really flutter
from Buttercup to Daisy?
In the early morning light
silent, still and hazy.

Do they make their homes in toadstools? 
If we look close will we see
a little faerie family 
all sitting down to tea? 

Are their friends the birds and insects
like wrens, butterflies and bees?
Do they all play hide and seek 
among the green leafed trees?

Mummy, have you ever seen one? 
Have you heard their tinkling song? 
Do you think I might see one?
I hope it won't be long!

I think your thoughtful questions
tell you all you need to hear, 
where imaginations flourish
faeries will flutter near. 


Sunday 11 August 2013

Nature's Magic

Nature's Magic

Mummy I am frightened now the nights are getting long,
the sun goes to bed before me,
I can't hear the blackbird's evening song.
The darkness creeps into my room
and casts it's cloak round me,
it makes me dream of monsters and 
scary creatures I can't see. 

Don't be frightened little one,
don't worry your wee head.
Nature's magic is at work while
 you are in your bed.

Though hidden it's your friend the Sun
that gives Moon it's silver glow,
suspended high with twinkling stars 
it looks wondrous from below. 
I promise you no monsters or scary
creatures are lurking out of sight,
only animals that much prefer to
roam about at night. 

Blackbird isn't singing as he's in bed
just like you, 
but listen carefully my precious and
you'll hear a distant twit and an answering twoo. 
Tawny Owl is focused as he hunts
in silent flight.
He looks mysterious and ghost-like
caught in the lunar light. 


So rest your head and close your eyes,
don't let fear stay.
And as you dream so peacefully
night will turn to day. 

Mummy I don't think I am frightened now, 
still I don't want to sleep.
Please let me slip my hand in yours
so at Nature's magic we can peep.