<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:39:51.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>All poetry is copyright</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-7301887860253619810</id><published>2008-08-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:37:00.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SOJ_lfmWTrI/AAAAAAAAAII/oW1AwhOjJe4/s1600-h/fairybook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SOJ_lfmWTrI/AAAAAAAAAII/oW1AwhOjJe4/s320/fairybook2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251900397581651634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down my garden,and guess what I found&lt;br /&gt;This little fairy , laying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up and to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;She stretched her arms and opened her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little face, it was so sweet&lt;br /&gt;She had just woken up from her sleep&lt;br /&gt;She said " hello" my name is belle&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad.. can you tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost you see , and I am in fear&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how I got here&lt;br /&gt;I live in the forest, where no one knows&lt;br /&gt;With elves and pixies and garden gnomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flying around to sprinkle fairy dust&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden there was this huge gust&lt;br /&gt;The wind picked up and it swirled me around&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up here.. laying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had to think hard and long&lt;br /&gt;To get her home where she belongs&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to get you home&lt;br /&gt;To the pixies and elves and garden gnome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went, no time to loose&lt;br /&gt;But which forest should I choose&lt;br /&gt;I picked the one that was as near as can be&lt;br /&gt;With Belle in my pocket, so she could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look over there, said my little friend&lt;br /&gt;A little bit further, its just round the bend&lt;br /&gt;So here we are home, safe at last&lt;br /&gt;The elves and pixies playing in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle was so pleased and started to sing&lt;br /&gt;See over there, that's my fairy ring&lt;br /&gt;I gave a smile I was so relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know fairies are real " I do believe"&lt;br /&gt;(c) R. Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-7301887860253619810?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7301887860253619810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=7301887860253619810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/7301887860253619810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/7301887860253619810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SOJ_lfmWTrI/AAAAAAAAAII/oW1AwhOjJe4/s72-c/fairybook2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-1910500198921887625</id><published>2008-07-02T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:02:56.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGveTDZMfNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1SadXLvPf2U/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGveTDZMfNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1SadXLvPf2U/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218509012148714706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i see an angel,&lt;br /&gt; while in my bed last night&lt;br /&gt;Her body was all glowing,&lt;br /&gt; she wore a robe of white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;and gave me an embrace&lt;br /&gt;I felt her very close to me,&lt;br /&gt; her breath upon my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said i am always with you,&lt;br /&gt;difficult times i will help you through&lt;br /&gt;I am your guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;i am here to give help to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must never be afraid,&lt;br /&gt; when you feel me near &lt;br /&gt;I have come to comfort you,&lt;br /&gt; to try and give you cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very sad at the moment,&lt;br /&gt; dealing with your loss&lt;br /&gt;So i am here to help you,&lt;br /&gt; i was sent here by my boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks down upon you,&lt;br /&gt; from high up above&lt;br /&gt;He sends his thoughts down to&lt;br /&gt; you his warm and tender love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lay your head back on your pillow,&lt;br /&gt;just like little bo peep&lt;br /&gt;I will gently stroke your brow,&lt;br /&gt; until you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-1910500198921887625?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1910500198921887625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=1910500198921887625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/1910500198921887625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/1910500198921887625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGveTDZMfNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1SadXLvPf2U/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-300957352436605525</id><published>2008-07-02T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:58:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvdrfvNILI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ssWNPm0JJsw/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvdrfvNILI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ssWNPm0JJsw/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218508332562456754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a quiet moment,alone with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and at this moment i am feeling quite distraught&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to you again last night&lt;br /&gt;I prayed so hard with all my might&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for some help with my dad&lt;br /&gt;things are now getting really bad &lt;br /&gt;I dont know which way to turn&lt;br /&gt;the pain in my heart is starting to burn&lt;br /&gt;There must be an answer you can send&lt;br /&gt;before it drives me round the bend&lt;br /&gt;So Lord please just send me a sign&lt;br /&gt;I need to know it will all turn out fine&lt;br /&gt;I have always cared for others you see&lt;br /&gt;but i want a little time for me &lt;br /&gt;I have done my bit..I have done my best&lt;br /&gt;but i am in need of a good long rest&lt;br /&gt;I am a good person from day to day&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord send some help my way&lt;br /&gt;I feel i am being punished ,for something i have done&lt;br /&gt;because caring for my dad is not a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;Its been five years now,since my dad got ill&lt;br /&gt;there is no help..there is no magic pill&lt;br /&gt;my poor dad is living in a shell&lt;br /&gt;and for him it must be like living in hell&lt;br /&gt;If dad could know..he would not want to be like this&lt;br /&gt;the dad i knew i really do miss&lt;br /&gt;He does not know whats going on,his mind has gone away&lt;br /&gt;So all i can really do is speak to you and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-300957352436605525?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/300957352436605525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=300957352436605525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/300957352436605525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/300957352436605525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiet-moment.html' title='A Quiet Moment'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvdrfvNILI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ssWNPm0JJsw/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-9159723741921394718</id><published>2008-07-02T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:05:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvfIOh7x3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/DkuAXR5vstw/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218509925671225202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvfIOh7x3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/DkuAXR5vstw/s320/bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nearly deaf and going blind&lt;br /&gt;But the worse thing to loose, is my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear noises but no one else can&lt;br /&gt;But I am still a person, I am still a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander the streets at night, so I am told&lt;br /&gt;I am the grand old age of 92 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get mixed up and confused all the time&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing in life is when the memory goes&lt;br /&gt;Where its gone to no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day or night, its all the same to me&lt;br /&gt;Because I am in my own little world you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita&lt;br /&gt;I have had my doubts and many fears&lt;br /&gt;And yes I have shed plenty of tears&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed to god to make it right&lt;br /&gt;And hope dad will sleep right through the night&lt;br /&gt;He is a good dad, one of the best&lt;br /&gt;I know one day his mind will be at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) R. Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last Poem i wrote for my dad&lt;br /&gt;My dad passed away on 1.7.2006&lt;br /&gt;Age 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was your carer, i did my best&lt;br /&gt;you are in no more pain,you are at rest&lt;br /&gt;you made me laugh,you made me sad&lt;br /&gt;I cared for you because you were my dad&lt;br /&gt;One day when your confusion it got really bad&lt;br /&gt;you introduced Rita and Alf as your mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;I just changed hats every day,&lt;br /&gt;i never knew who i was going to be&lt;br /&gt;you called me your mum or your sister Rose,&lt;br /&gt;but very rarely me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at times you were a pain in the bum&lt;br /&gt;be happy now dad you are there with mum&lt;br /&gt;dad you are not suffering any more&lt;br /&gt;God came and took you through his door&lt;br /&gt;He left you here for 95 years&lt;br /&gt;I will try and be strong and shed no tears&lt;br /&gt;You were a good dad i shall really miss&lt;br /&gt;God bless night night, my one last kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard him dear Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don,t leave him alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care for him in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we did at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-9159723741921394718?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9159723741921394718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=9159723741921394718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/9159723741921394718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/9159723741921394718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvfIOh7x3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/DkuAXR5vstw/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-8816743902246756258</id><published>2008-07-02T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:52:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Pat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvZv5nbttI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EFgM7-HETzs/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218504010182145746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvZv5nbttI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EFgM7-HETzs/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my friend Pat&lt;br /&gt;who is feeling a bit low&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say a few words&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;All through your times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;When at times you are in despare,&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here to listen&lt;br /&gt;Your problems you can share,&lt;br /&gt;At times when you are feeling down&lt;br /&gt;there is always an answer to be found,&lt;br /&gt;There are not many things that i can do&lt;br /&gt;But i am always here to listen to you,&lt;br /&gt;A funny joke i will tell, one or two&lt;br /&gt;In the hope i bring some cheer to you,&lt;br /&gt;I try to save you money&lt;br /&gt;advise you what to buy,&lt;br /&gt;I would even stand on my head&lt;br /&gt;if it meant you would not cry,&lt;br /&gt;I will wrap my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;And give you such a hug,&lt;br /&gt;And make you a cuppa...,&lt;br /&gt;In your favourite mug,&lt;br /&gt;Most times we get together&lt;br /&gt;we really have a giggle,&lt;br /&gt;Until i laugh so much&lt;br /&gt;and have to have a piddle,&lt;br /&gt;We painted your bathroom together&lt;br /&gt;We really are a pair,&lt;br /&gt;Then i bent down to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And got peach paint all in my hair,&lt;br /&gt;If i hear of any bargains&lt;br /&gt;i always let you know ,&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the shop you pop&lt;br /&gt;In wind or rain or snow,&lt;br /&gt;I think i will end here now&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to say,&lt;br /&gt;So i will wait until i see you&lt;br /&gt;I will be round next Tuesday,Love Rita xx.&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-8816743902246756258?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8816743902246756258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=8816743902246756258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8816743902246756258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8816743902246756258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-pat.html' title='For Pat'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvZv5nbttI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EFgM7-HETzs/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-1973751032866489124</id><published>2008-07-02T10:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:39:29.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grandchild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvZYTnd8MI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HBq6yLx1VqU/s1600-h/grandchild1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218503604844753090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGvZYTnd8MI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HBq6yLx1VqU/s320/grandchild1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a bad day feeling distraught&lt;br /&gt;When out of the blue good news was brought&lt;br /&gt;Hello mum you had better sit down&lt;br /&gt;I have news to tell you are going to be a nan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months went by very fast&lt;br /&gt;The day of the birth was here at last&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rang,,,it's a boy&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and full of joy&lt;br /&gt;All my troubles seem very slim&lt;br /&gt;When he is in my arms and I cuddle up to him&lt;br /&gt;I have to pinch my self to know its real&lt;br /&gt;This little child is so ideal&lt;br /&gt;I look at him and feel in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cant wait for the day when I have some more&lt;br /&gt;I pray to god for him to have good health&lt;br /&gt;And hope he prospers and has wealth&lt;br /&gt;This little child,so perfect is he&lt;br /&gt;He means the whole world to me&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-1973751032866489124?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1973751032866489124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=1973751032866489124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-5508163990322687479</id><published>2008-07-02T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:36:36.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Flush</title><content type='html'>Another hot flush, I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;how on earth can I keep myself cool&lt;br /&gt;there must be an answer someone can send&lt;br /&gt;because its driving me round the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried all the natural herbal stuff&lt;br /&gt;but as yet not walked round in the buff&lt;br /&gt;I have been like this for the last three years&lt;br /&gt;and it has almost brought me near to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweat drips in my eyes, I can not see&lt;br /&gt;phew is it hot in here......or is it me&lt;br /&gt;when I go shopping I feel such a fool&lt;br /&gt;where can I go to get myself cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put my head in the freezer,to cool me down&lt;br /&gt;its quite a good remedy,....this i have found&lt;br /&gt;and at night when i go to bed it is worse&lt;br /&gt;these hot sweats they are such a curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on the bed , covers on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the heat in every pore&lt;br /&gt;I put the fan on ..switch to full flow&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do.. i just dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and God knew what he was doing,,yes he did&lt;br /&gt;when he made the woman from Adams rib&lt;br /&gt;he did not design us women very well&lt;br /&gt;but then God was a man....,you can tell&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose we will just have to plod along&lt;br /&gt;until the day the hot flush has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-5508163990322687479?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5508163990322687479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=5508163990322687479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/5508163990322687479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/5508163990322687479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-flush.html' title='Hot Flush'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-2330782415894020430</id><published>2008-07-02T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:35:27.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old</title><content type='html'>Its not much when fun when you get old&lt;br /&gt;Your teeth falls out and you go bald&lt;br /&gt;You can only walk with a walking stick&lt;br /&gt;Oh my painful arthritic hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees are stiff when i get out of the chair&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror!! Oh where is my hair&lt;br /&gt;When i was young my days were fun&lt;br /&gt;but now i am old, i long for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter months seem to last a long time&lt;br /&gt;I will just have a sip from a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;I would dab on the perfume, it was the best&lt;br /&gt;but now i am old i rub vick in my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be varnish i painted on my toes&lt;br /&gt;but now i got bunions that really shows&lt;br /&gt;I could dance and excersize with so much ease&lt;br /&gt;but now i wet myself, if i so much as sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bones crunch and crack as i try and walk&lt;br /&gt;I cant get the words out when i want to talk&lt;br /&gt;So getting old is no fun at all&lt;br /&gt;i would much rather skip and play ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends there were a plenty, i was never on my own&lt;br /&gt;but now that i am old, I live in a Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)R.Rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Old'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-7850810060759187258</id><published>2008-07-02T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:29:02.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Hospital</title><content type='html'>A nurses job is never done&lt;br /&gt;Its not an awful lot of fun &lt;br /&gt;In they come with their work in mind&lt;br /&gt;and wish they could leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moans and groans...they never stop&lt;br /&gt;They are always kept ..on the hop&lt;br /&gt;Give a bed pan here,,change that drip&lt;br /&gt;I now have a brand new hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve is in the bed opposite me&lt;br /&gt;she has had double replacement knees&lt;br /&gt;Josie in the corner has been feeling a bit sick&lt;br /&gt;She has had double replacement hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat is up and about using her sticks&lt;br /&gt;she walks up and down ,she takes short trips&lt;br /&gt;Val is at the moment feeling a bit glum&lt;br /&gt;she is complaining of having a sore bum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went round the wards for a walk one night&lt;br /&gt;The sister said it gave her a fright&lt;br /&gt;We struggled along with our new knees and hip&lt;br /&gt;The sister said we look like the witches of Eastwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to know one another really quite well&lt;br /&gt;We all had a joke or a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;People complain about the NHS&lt;br /&gt;you cant fault the nurses because they are the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-7850810060759187258?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7850810060759187258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=7850810060759187258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/7850810060759187258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/7850810060759187258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-hospital.html' title='In Hospital'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-7185295306096736644</id><published>2008-07-01T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:55:53.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Little Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGp_spM1QSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OFbC62vk8YI/s1600-h/girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218123523212788002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGp_spM1QSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OFbC62vk8YI/s320/girls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four little girls ,they went out to play&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright warm summers day&lt;br /&gt;There was Pattie Joannie Holly and Rita&lt;br /&gt;four little girls that could not be sweeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping and running and larking about&lt;br /&gt;when all of a sudden they heard Holly shout&lt;br /&gt;she screamed and screamed ,we held our ears&lt;br /&gt;Poor Holly was crying ,she was full of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was climbing high up in that tree&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden i got stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;Joannie said! stop your sniveling for goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;Holly what a lot of fuss you do make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattie said shh she is in real pain&lt;br /&gt;Rita said yeah but she is always the same&lt;br /&gt;when ever we come out here to play&lt;br /&gt;she always manages to spoil our day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly was feeling glum and sad&lt;br /&gt;she was begining to feel really bad&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why you are moaning at me&lt;br /&gt;It was not my fault i got stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started to make there way back home&lt;br /&gt;Holly lagged behind,moan moan moan&lt;br /&gt;when out of the blue a fairy came by&lt;br /&gt;she said Holly is that you i heard cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said i am fairy healer of the land&lt;br /&gt;and waved her wand over Holly,s hand&lt;br /&gt;Pattie Joannie and Rita had a look&lt;br /&gt;the fairy took them all to fairies Nook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly she smiled once again.&lt;br /&gt;thrilled to bits with her new friend&lt;br /&gt;All the fairies made a fuss of them&lt;br /&gt;welcomed them into their fairy Den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all played together, full of glee&lt;br /&gt;all because Holly got stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-7185295306096736644?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7185295306096736644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=7185295306096736644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/7185295306096736644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/7185295306096736644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-little-girls.html' title='Four Little Girls'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://pattiensaffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pattie &lt;/a&gt; For my Blog award&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-8321279305383510659?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8321279305383510659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=8321279305383510659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8321279305383510659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8321279305383510659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-blog-award.html' title='My Blog Award'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SGoLW6EArJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BBYJFr89CJk/s72-c/awarda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-3798890607940926971</id><published>2008-06-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:34:08.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Elf</title><content type='html'>There..There..There..the poor little Elf&lt;br /&gt;Sitting all alone, left on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toys were all a plenty, but not any more&lt;br /&gt;As i gaze round the room,and see the empty floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with computers and play stations taking my place&lt;br /&gt;So i sit here and look on, with a glum face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remote control car i see going by&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad now....oh i want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children no longer play with me&lt;br /&gt;I am not exciting enough you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be in the play room, with all the other toys&lt;br /&gt;and i was hugged daily by all the girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my daily hug , i no longer have a cuddle&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what happened , for me to be in this muddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the times are changing,i have been put to one side&lt;br /&gt;and hope you dont mind listening while i confide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we were all so happy in our daily play&lt;br /&gt;but very sad it is to say that its all gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose i will carry on sitting here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;but why did it have to be me...left sitting on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait...Rita has come in , looking all around&lt;br /&gt;and a smile came on her face, with the little Elf she found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is wonderful, i wont be left alone&lt;br /&gt;she put me in her pocket, and is going to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-3798890607940926971?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3798890607940926971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=3798890607940926971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/3798890607940926971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/3798890607940926971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonely-elf.html' title='The Lonely Elf'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-6646392930007344462</id><published>2008-06-16T10:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:33:30.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairies At The Well</title><content type='html'>Oh little fairies,what pleasure you give to me&lt;br /&gt;you live in my garden where I can often see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you often catch me watching you at play&lt;br /&gt;in part of my garden,but not the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a secret place,where you fairies dwell&lt;br /&gt;Its at the end of the garden ,by my wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gather up the petals,left laying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and make all your clothes from what you have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always seem so happy,when you dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;And when I look closer,I can see your fairy ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often laugh at me,I am sure they think I am mad&lt;br /&gt;But if you dont believe in fairies,....well its just so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a little fantasy,It gets you through the day&lt;br /&gt;To believe in fairies,that live in the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-6646392930007344462?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6646392930007344462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=6646392930007344462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/6646392930007344462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/6646392930007344462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/fairies-at-well.html' title='Fairies At The Well'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-4303799924868772793</id><published>2008-06-16T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:32:41.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Fairy</title><content type='html'>My name is Belle I come from fairyland&lt;br /&gt;I am a tiny fairy and I can sit inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly around the branches flitting from tree to tree&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I get chased by the birds and bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people can not see me, because I am so small&lt;br /&gt;but when I look at humans.... Oh my they are so tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with all my Fairy friends, we play all the time&lt;br /&gt;I gather up the flowers to make rose petal wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really are all happy, we dance a lot and sing&lt;br /&gt;and hold hands in a circle to make our fairy ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our clothes are made from flowers, we collect every day&lt;br /&gt;there is plenty of things to do , in our land of fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I really must get going,I have to do my chores&lt;br /&gt;back in Fairyland, I have to sweep the floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-4303799924868772793?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4303799924868772793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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so very clear that i could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have heard of folk, different things they say&lt;br /&gt;They have spoken about the secret land of FAE&lt;br /&gt;the fairies sparkled as the sun it hit their wings&lt;br /&gt;and i could hear clearly as the fairy sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this for me was a very special day&lt;br /&gt;sitting by the tree in the land of FAE&lt;br /&gt;Now i have seen the fairies, its really made my day&lt;br /&gt;I will come back tomorrow to this land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-2067436723368050584?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2067436723368050584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue makes a lot of rustling sound&lt;br /&gt;as she gathers the leaves from the ground&lt;br /&gt;A great time is had by all&lt;br /&gt;at our special fairy Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and dancing the Fairies all sing&lt;br /&gt;and dance around their Fairy ring&lt;br /&gt;It is really their special day&lt;br /&gt;The fairy dance at the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-5987555673632961089?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5987555673632961089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=5987555673632961089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;They keep themselves nice and clean&lt;br /&gt;They are having a bit of a lazy day&lt;br /&gt;The water is warm in the month of May&lt;br /&gt;Come on in and join us they shouted to me&lt;br /&gt;We can see you, sitting there behind that tree&lt;br /&gt;we know you visit us every day&lt;br /&gt;you found our secret land of FAE&lt;br /&gt;So slowly i walked over to the stream&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe.... its like a dream&lt;br /&gt;I will stay here and watch you for a while&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy,you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;and I am glad that i did find the way,&lt;br /&gt;to your secret world, in the land of FAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-4694805066842361823?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4694805066842361823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=4694805066842361823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/4694805066842361823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/4694805066842361823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/fairies-at-stream.html' title='Fairies At The Stream'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was singing happily,the tune i could not say&lt;br /&gt;it was obviously a fairy song from the land of fae&lt;br /&gt;she had rosy cheeks, what a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;she was dressed in pink satin and white lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay here and look at her, i really am in awe&lt;br /&gt;I look around the room,in hope i see some more&lt;br /&gt;should i try and touch her, she might go away&lt;br /&gt;and vanish into thin air ,to the land of fae&lt;br /&gt;oh i do love fairies,magical and mystery they seem&lt;br /&gt;was the fairy real, or was it just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-4980311020490993846?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4980311020490993846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=4980311020490993846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/4980311020490993846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/4980311020490993846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/fairy-dream.html' title='Fairy Dream'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SFaiceEtZzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ze5sq5ZPfmU/s72-c/CE-Wishes-ForYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-8681326673995322179</id><published>2008-06-15T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:00:32.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Fairies Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SFVz4BxafVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5aNBwWX1Vow/s1600-h/Fairy_dust.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SFVz4BxafVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5aNBwWX1Vow/s320/Fairy_dust.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212199550136778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny fairies, they are so sweet&lt;br /&gt;dancing around with dainty feet&lt;br /&gt;With wings of silver, and sometimes gold&lt;br /&gt;these fairies are so brave and bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they see people so large and wide&lt;br /&gt;They take cover and have to hide&lt;br /&gt;Magical and mystery  fairies seem&lt;br /&gt;Are they real or just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all live together..happy as can be&lt;br /&gt;They rarely let people see&lt;br /&gt;Not many people believe , i must say,&lt;br /&gt;When they hear about the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of Fae is a secret place&lt;br /&gt;Full of wonderment, beauty and grace&lt;br /&gt;The fairies fly from tree to tree&lt;br /&gt;you stand in awe as you look and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sprinkle their magic all around&lt;br /&gt;You must be quiet, and make no sound&lt;br /&gt;There is Belle..Trixie..Petal and Lou&lt;br /&gt;Some of the fairies , to name but a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all seem so busy in the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;Plenty to do as they work and play&lt;br /&gt;They really are so special , you see&lt;br /&gt;because they are real !! do you believe!!&lt;br /&gt;                       c) R.Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-8681326673995322179?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8681326673995322179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=8681326673995322179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8681326673995322179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8681326673995322179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-fairies-real.html' title='Are Fairies Real'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SFVz4BxafVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5aNBwWX1Vow/s72-c/Fairy_dust.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-5932206488161249970</id><published>2008-05-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:34:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairies In My Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDa5K75hRHI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZTAU6IfGcMw/s1600-h/fairybabies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDa5K75hRHI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZTAU6IfGcMw/s320/fairybabies1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203550017001964658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are fairies in my garden,i see them every day&lt;br /&gt;they awake from their sleep,and then they start to play&lt;br /&gt;the giggles and the laughter,you can clearly hear&lt;br /&gt;as i walk towards them...but dont get to near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you listen carefully,you can hear them sing,&lt;br /&gt;they gather round a circle,to make their fairy ring&lt;br /&gt;these magical little creatures,they really are a dream&lt;br /&gt;there is one in a puddle,making herself nice and clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a child i often wondered how would i feel&lt;br /&gt;if i ever did see a fairy,in the flesh for real&lt;br /&gt;their little wings they flutter,oh they look so sweet&lt;br /&gt;this is a magical moment it really is a treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe as i see them,at their daily play&lt;br /&gt;I will sit here and watch them until they go away&lt;br /&gt;so next time you are in your garden,be careful where you tread&lt;br /&gt;you might come across a fairy,laying in her bed&lt;br /&gt;            (c)  R. Rolls&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-5932206488161249970?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5932206488161249970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=5932206488161249970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/5932206488161249970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/5932206488161249970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairies-in-my-garden.html' title='Fairies In My Garden'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDa5K75hRHI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZTAU6IfGcMw/s72-c/fairybabies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-1232859347540216857</id><published>2008-05-23T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:35:01.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDa4xL5hRGI/AAAAAAAAACk/Huvwyflla0U/s1600-h/Rfairy10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDa4xL5hRGI/AAAAAAAAACk/Huvwyflla0U/s320/Rfairy10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203549574620333154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there little fairy, are you having fun&lt;br /&gt;oh what a sad face , why are you so glum&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up and put her on my hand&lt;br /&gt;she said she comes from fairyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i could see she had a tear in her eye&lt;br /&gt;and she said this is the reason why&lt;br /&gt;we have run out of fairy dust&lt;br /&gt;we have to use it ,its a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic plants i must seek&lt;br /&gt;to get them back by the end of the week&lt;br /&gt;I said, do you know the plant you need&lt;br /&gt;she said oh yes i do, it is a weed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look she said pointing to weeds in my grass&lt;br /&gt;I have found the magic plant at last&lt;br /&gt;But i am only tiny, much smaller than a gnome&lt;br /&gt;and i am in a dilemma of how to get it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will help you i said, on this sunny day&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is to show me the way&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to the forest, and had to stop for a rest&lt;br /&gt;The fairy was so happy, she said ..you are the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting very excited, she was showing me the way&lt;br /&gt;until she said you can stop now, we are in the land of fae&lt;br /&gt;I placed her gently on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and she made a sort of calling sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked my eyes and i could see&lt;br /&gt;The tiny fairies gathered round me&lt;br /&gt;they started to dance ,all in a ring&lt;br /&gt;and then they all began to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is such a happy day&lt;br /&gt;we are back in business in the land of fae&lt;br /&gt;to do our good work  without any fuss&lt;br /&gt;now we can use the fairy dust&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br&gt;(c)R.Rolls&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-1232859347540216857?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1232859347540216857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=1232859347540216857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/1232859347540216857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/1232859347540216857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairy-dust.html' title='Fairy Dust'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDa4xL5hRGI/AAAAAAAAACk/Huvwyflla0U/s72-c/Rfairy10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-8242046842297734301</id><published>2008-05-23T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:01:00.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk In The Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDazcr5hRDI/AAAAAAAAACM/LZNJuiGkP0k/s1600-h/FaerieGlobe.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543724874875954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDazcr5hRDI/AAAAAAAAACM/LZNJuiGkP0k/s320/FaerieGlobe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go for a walk in the forest&lt;br /&gt;and you can expect a lovely surprise&lt;br /&gt;the deeper you go in the forest &lt;br /&gt;you will hardly believe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crackle of a twig on a bright sunny day&lt;br /&gt;you have entered the secret world of fae&lt;br /&gt;listen carefully to the sounds you hear&lt;br /&gt;singing and giggles as you get near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit yourself down and make yourself cosy!!&lt;br /&gt; see that fairy, she is making a posy!!&lt;br /&gt;another fairy near, sitting on a stone&lt;br /&gt;is it a stone, or could it be a throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look yonder, and hear the fairies sing&lt;br /&gt;they are so happy in their daily play&lt;br /&gt;at this wonderful secret land of fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have made a little sound&lt;br /&gt;the fairies looked up and gathered  around&lt;br /&gt;i said hello, please dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;i am just looking at the lovely things you have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a look closer and i could tell&lt;br /&gt;it was my little friend, whos name was Belle&lt;br /&gt;Belle whispered to the fairy sitting on the throne&lt;br /&gt;when i was lost ...she brought me home&lt;br /&gt;they all cheered and started to dance around&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful magical place i have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;they welcomed me in to their fairy fold&lt;br /&gt;and this is the secret that i was told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not every one who walks our way&lt;br /&gt;can see us at our daily play&lt;br /&gt;i must be special, they all said to me&lt;br /&gt;its because i believe in fairies...i am able to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br&gt;(c)R.Rolls&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-8242046842297734301?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8242046842297734301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=8242046842297734301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8242046842297734301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/8242046842297734301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/walk-in-forest.html' title='Walk In The Forest'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDazcr5hRDI/AAAAAAAAACM/LZNJuiGkP0k/s72-c/FaerieGlobe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-2549630582407453741</id><published>2008-05-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:01:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDayNr5hRCI/AAAAAAAAACE/7VHafSz4pCI/s1600-h/lilacfairie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDayNr5hRCI/AAAAAAAAACE/7VHafSz4pCI/s320/lilacfairie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203542367665210402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cold and windy day&lt;br /&gt;here in the forest,in the land of FAE&lt;br /&gt;The leaves were swirling all around&lt;br /&gt;The wind nearly lifted me off the ground&lt;br /&gt;All the fairies were getting really afraid&lt;br /&gt;Its all blown away, the things they made &lt;br /&gt;We all huddled together,wondering what we should do&lt;br /&gt;The fairy queen flew in and said i have come to visit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so delighted to see her here today&lt;br /&gt;and hope she can magic this bad weather away&lt;br /&gt;The fairy queen looked all around,the damage she could see&lt;br /&gt;So Belle put the kettle on , to make a cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;The fairy queen flew off high up in the air&lt;br /&gt;to sprinkle round the magic dust here and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It all went quiet,the wind stopped,its all gone away&lt;br /&gt;So now we have to tidy up ,in our land of FAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all set about our chores,each and every one&lt;br /&gt;Its not so bad now,its its quite a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;The fairy queen said i must leave you now,i have other places to go&lt;br /&gt;All you fairies were lucky,some places have got snow&lt;br /&gt;We all sarted to dance and we gave a little cheer&lt;br /&gt;The fairy queen said byeeeeeeeee, i will see you all next year&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br&gt;(c)R.Rolls&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-2549630582407453741?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2549630582407453741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=2549630582407453741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/2549630582407453741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/2549630582407453741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairy-queen.html' title='Fairy Queen'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDayNr5hRCI/AAAAAAAAACE/7VHafSz4pCI/s72-c/lilacfairie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-1866101443871657432</id><published>2008-05-23T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:36:21.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naughty Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDaoN75hRAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h9RdWytN16M/s1600-h/fairywhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDaoN75hRAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h9RdWytN16M/s320/fairywhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203531376843899906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once lived a fairy, Daisy was her name&lt;br /&gt;and all she ever wanted was money jewels and fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lazy fairy she was.. she never did anything&lt;br /&gt;the other fairies despaired with her when dancing in their ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all had their chores to do each and every day&lt;br /&gt;but all Daisy ever did was get up go out and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off she would go on her own skipping along the way&lt;br /&gt;going further in the forest away from the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really was naughty ,and never did what she was told&lt;br /&gt;but deep down the fairies knew she had a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thought she was being clever..one pariticular day&lt;br /&gt;she skipped along so far,and completely lost her way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Daisy was so frightened and she began to cry&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have gone so far,and now i am lost ! oh my !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy was  unhappy.. when this little girl came by&lt;br /&gt;she stopped as she got near she could hear someone cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she found  the little fairy and held her  so she could see&lt;br /&gt;she really was excited  because she always did believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey little one dont cry.. why are you so sad&lt;br /&gt;I am a naughty fairy and i have been really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked to far, and now i am lost&lt;br /&gt;the other fairies are going to be  really cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said ,come on lets go this way&lt;br /&gt;and tell me when you see the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they  got nearer to the big old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;Daisy got excited because she could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic being sprinkled as she looked all around&lt;br /&gt;so the little girl gently placed her on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy gave a little wave as she went along her way&lt;br /&gt;the panic was now over she was in the land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairies were so busy when they see Daisy getting near&lt;br /&gt;she is back they all shouted ,then they gave a cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go off again she said,i promise you this day&lt;br /&gt;i will stay and do my chores with you in our land of Fae&lt;br /&gt;                          (c) R.Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork, by Josephine &lt;br /&gt;Wall&lt;BR&gt;Copyright&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-1866101443871657432?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1866101443871657432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=1866101443871657432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/1866101443871657432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/1866101443871657432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/naughty-fairy.html' title='The Naughty Fairy'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDaoN75hRAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h9RdWytN16M/s72-c/fairywhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943558995304008902.post-3087897930782608450</id><published>2008-05-22T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:36:46.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt; --&gt; --&gt; --&gt; --&gt;body{background: black url(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q120/ritameter/drkpink-1.jpg) fixed}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ritaspoetscorner.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDaWNr5hQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2kqJicFTKco/s1600-h/fairydusthello.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDaWNr5hQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2kqJicFTKco/s320/fairydusthello.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203511581339632546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down my garden,and guess what I found&lt;br /&gt;This little fairy , laying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up and to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;She stretched her arms and opened her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little face, it was so sweet&lt;br /&gt;She had just woken up from her sleep&lt;br /&gt;She said " hello" my name is belle&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad.. can you tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost you see , and I am in fear&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how I got here&lt;br /&gt;I live in the forest, where no one knows&lt;br /&gt;With elves and pixies and garden gnomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flying around to sprinkle fairy dust&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden there was this huge gust&lt;br /&gt;The wind picked up and it swirled me around&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up here.. laying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had to think hard and long&lt;br /&gt;To get her home where she belongs&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to get you home&lt;br /&gt;To the pixies and elves and garden gnome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went, no time to loose&lt;br /&gt;But which forest should I choose&lt;br /&gt;I picked the one that was as near as can be&lt;br /&gt;With Belle in my pocket, so she could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look over there, said my little friend&lt;br /&gt;A little bit further, its just round the bend&lt;br /&gt;So here we are home, safe at last&lt;br /&gt;The elves and pixies playing in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle was so pleased and started to sing&lt;br /&gt;See over there, that's my fairy ring&lt;br /&gt;I gave a smile I was so relieved&lt;br /&gt;I know fairies are real " I do believe"&lt;br /&gt;(c) R. Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943558995304008902-3087897930782608450?l=ritapoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3087897930782608450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943558995304008902&amp;postID=3087897930782608450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/3087897930782608450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943558995304008902/posts/default/3087897930782608450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritapoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096045438945353645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDXWQL5hQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cuhrMOOiHxA/S220/ritapic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Yk6Q4n3Ew/SDaWNr5hQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2kqJicFTKco/s72-c/fairydusthello.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
