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Thanksgiving Pumpkin Pie
A catastrophe of old goslings
Came sauntering on by
Hunting perhaps some pumpkin
Or, maybe yet, a little pecan pie
A horrendous howl of honking
Sliced thru the early morning’s fog
Perturbing the pigs and piglets
Of our farmers: Mr. and Mrs. B. Hogg
Seems our geese were quite giddy
Having been passed over for the block;
So, Thanksgiving would could be grand
For our fancy pastry-chasing flock
Peering perkily from yon copse,
Sally Gossamer Wingstep did risk a look
At the scene of gosling and farm
That rested askew beside the country brook
The winds nappered around from the North
Painting trees and cheeks in orange and red;
Our woodland fairie was on a mission
Having come in place of her ill cousin instead
Beyond the span of the Hoggs’ Farm
A fig tree grew splendid, round, and high
With just the right, rich and sweet fruit
To go in the Queen’s Holiday Figgerry Pie
Sally soared high up the loaded boughs
Selecting the most succulent figs to bag;
Thence to return to the Queen’s Kitchen—
Now weighed sore down, causing her flight to badly sag!
Overloaded Sally collapsed just past the copse;
The goslings saw, then quick-wobbled over to assist;
Flapping wings, cheery honking, and madness
Cut thru the thick new holiday’s swirling mist
Fairie and catastrophe arrived in a tumble;
Hooray, the figs to cook were delivered!
A freshened wind rolled thru the trees
Sending leaves reddening and beshivered
Sally asked how could she ever thank them
As they’d helped finish her mission on the fly—
And there on the morrow, our heroic of goslings
Munched on some of her Majesty’s Best Pumpkin Pie!
Happy Thanksgiving! Don’t forget to have some pie!
Several Paces Past
Several paces past
The beginning and the end,
Comes the space wherein
We like to try it all over again;
Unsay that awful
Which was sorely said;
Get up earlier
And make the stupid bed.
Say goodbye later
And just hang a minute more or two;
Maybe life could be better,
Not this evermore darkening in blue.
Leavening choices cast
Between the close and over there,
We can render a space therein
We can go for the Happy rather than old soggy despair.
Yes, I do agree!
No, that doesn’t make you fat!
Please, of course I’ll wait for you—
You like me? Well, imagine that!
Sweet Bonnie Marie
Sweet Bonnie Marie
How do you fare?
It grieves me you’re distressed—
Need you a kiss, a hug, and a prayer?
May the following new days
Spread Light and Joy over your way;
And into the yon cold nights
May Happiness and Warmth with you the longer stay
Sweet Bonnie Marie
Of the Shamrock and the Thistle—
If anything I can humbly add
Know well all’s required is your beckoning whistle
Be Ever Grand And Light of Heart
And bring your Smile to the new day’s start
Amber
Trickle trumble quickly cast
On the wing the fairy flies so very fast
Hershipness flitters over clover field and lawn
Her wings cantering lift and soars past
Hither and thither Fairyland rises and sings
A new fairy has announced new wings
Sally Gossamer Wingstep greets the dawn
Her toils have subsided and turn blessed
A new fairy wee and oh so very loved
Graces our countenance and engilds the nest
Hither and thither Fairyland rises and sings
A new fairy has announced new wings
Marcus Featherstone attends to his Queen
Sally brushes the tress bother from over his left eye
Baby Amber Grace coos greetings to all in view
Cousin Katja beams hello and exhales a happy sigh
Hither and thither Fairyland rises and sings
A new fairy has announced new wings
Sally Gossamer Wingstep-Featherstone Is Now Wed
Just a hint of Fall pushed thru the leaves
A glint on a spare drop of rain broke the dawn
A sigh with a crunch of sheets and the kettle was on
Passing the sugar bowl with a blush of fulfilled beliefs
Sally Gossamer Wingstep will wed today
In a copse overlooking Fablehaven
Most everyone arrived on time, tears and smiles
Most from nearby some flew many many miles
No one stirred except a spare goat and lost raven
Sally Gossamer Wingstep wed today
Fireflies announced nuptials complete
Margarita cheesecake and fairyfolk beer
A party magnificent, all in good cheer
Sally’s eyes captured her Marcus’s eyes sweet
Sally Gossamer Wingstep has wed
Off to the sea the newly paired flew off—
Jonathan waxed with web a story keen
All knew the story but listened to the happy scene
But twas time to go announced a listless cough
Sally Gossamer Wingstep-Featherstone is now wed
Most Of All
The tickle of your gaze is comforting
The snug of you hugging completes
The joy in your smile is remembering
The little girl has grown
The young woman surprises and grows
Fonder of an old memory with the toss of your mane
Makes passing old acceptable
Graying can be countenanced because you have been launched well
For that I’m ever grateful
Thank goodness for you
Thank goodness I was there to see
You surpassing me
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Love you
Love you more
Love you most
Love you more than most
Love you—
Most of all
Kitt
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