Double Winged Fairy

 

When I grow up

I want to be

a double winged fairy

like the dragonfly –

not just a single winged

for they can not

fly as high –

 

I want to fly

past the Moon

upward to the stars

and twinkle

like those starry gems

that watch us from afar –

 

I want to touch the heavens

and look lovingly down

 upon the beds

of all the blessed children as they

rest their weary heads –

 

And fill their dreams with splendor

and hope of days to come

but especially with that wonder

of where  fairies

really do come from –

 

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2009  (all rights reserved)

Winter Friend

 

  

In the shadow of the snow white day

Before the sun takes one last look

I call upon a winter friend

Within the pages of my favorite book

 

Together we do settle well in

Recalling how we did meet

Just about one year ago, When

the years first snow was at our feet

 

Talking for an hour or further

I hear my mother take to tapping

Once, twice upon my bedroom door

To check if we had fallen napping

 

With milk and toast she enters in

“I bring lunch now for my little man,

and yes, a plate for his friend”

Then leaves us quietly once again 

 

And so we dine knowing full well

That the sun soon must take to rest

I cordially ask my friend to spend the evening

And be tonight my winter quest

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

 

 

Illustration by:  Jessie W. Smith 1863-1935

 

Mr. Badger …how are you ?

 

Mr. Badger how are you

standing in the autumn dew?

Do you have a place to go

when cold north winds begin to blow?

I see you wear your winter coat;

carry a fine new hat and leather tote -

Oh, Mr. Badger do you have a place to rest

with room enough for winter quests?

Stopping by to warm their toes

tracking through the heavy snows?

Oh, the river slows now

the ice sets in -

Go I must, but shall return

when spring blossoms come again -

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

Illustration by: Jeffery Brian Fischer

It’s Time For Bed

It’s time for bed, it’s time for bed

Hurry don’t drag your feet

 

The clocks struck nine, it’s long past time

For young children to be fast asleep

 

It’s time for bed, it’s time for bed

Tell the long day good night

 

Up the stairs, to rest your head

And let your dreams take flight

 

bmackenzie

copyrighted 2008 

 

Illustration by: Henriette Willebeek Le Mair (1889-1966)

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

 

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

There remains a special place

That not age nor the world

Can from a gentle heart erase

 

It is a land filled with memory

It is a land filled with joy

That was locked into the heart

Of each and every girl and boy

 

Where little feet still run wild

And little hands still make their way

Through adventure and life’s wonder

In learning and in play

 

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

One can forever reminisce

The reading of a bedtime story

The comfort of a bedtime kiss

 

Though life will have its bridges

And paths filled with many stones

There is a certain road you can travel

That will always lead you home   

 

As those who bear a child’s heart

Have eternally understood, that home

And dreams and faraway lands

Are always waiting –  just

 

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

  

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

  

Illustration by:  Jessie Wilcox Smith (1863-1935)