THIS IS A PLACE FOR YOU TO RELAX AND
LET YOUR IMAGINATION RUN FREE....IMAGINE YOURSELF IN THE
MYSTICAL WORLD OF THE FAIRIES....CLOSE YOUR EYES.....MAKE A WISH AND MAYBE....JUST MAYBE THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES WILL
SPRINKLE YOU WITH HER MAGICAL FAIRY DUST.....WHO
KNOWS.....YOUR WISH MAY COME TRUE......BEFORE I GO ANY
FURTHER, I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE A COUPLE OF POEMS WITH
YOU!
A Faery Speaks Written By: Sir
Walter Scott
What I am, I must not show What I am, thou couldst not know Something betwixt heaven and
hell Something that neither stood nor fell Something
that through thy wit or will May work thy good - may
work thy ill. Neither substance quite, nor
shadow, Haunting lonely moor and meadow, Dancing by
the haunted spring, Riding on the whirlwind's
wing; Aping in fantastic fashion Every change of
human passion, While o'er our frozen minds they
pass, Like shadows from the mirror'd glass. Wayward,
fickle, is our mood, Hovering betwixt bad and
good, Happier than brief-dated man, Living ten times
o'er his span; Far less happy, for we have Help nor
hope beyond the grave! Man awakes to joy or
sorrow; Ours the sleep that knows no morrow. This is
all that I can show This is all that thou mayst
know.
Misty
Oh! When will I, When shall I be? At that safe place, Where I'm happy? If time were free. If I could fly,. Would it carry me, Past Misery's dark sky? Can light shin bright, Where darkness fell? To end my plight, Or show my hell? Will I then see, Or still be blind? Realize it's me, To myself unkind? Shall truth reign, Where lies abound? End this pain, Or die without sound? Can peace now fill, This empty hole? make love real, Heal my soul? The path made clear, Must I go?
Beyond the fear, A road I know? Is it past my vanity, Beyond my greed? An end to insanity? Yes. it's him I need. written by Jay Duty for, Misty Baker
MY SON!!!
THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO MY SON ZACHARY. THERE IS A POEM AND SOON I WILL HAVE A PICTURE OF MY LITTLE ANGEL! JUST CLICK THE ANGEL TO SEE.
