Beyond, beyond the mountain line,
The gray stone and the boulder,
Beyond the growth of dark green pine,
That crowns its western shoulder,
There lies that fairy land of mine,
Unseen of a beholder.
Its fruits are all like rubies rare,
Its streams are clear as glasses:
There golden castles hang in air,
And purple grapes in masses,
And noble knights and ladies fair
Come riding down the passes.
Ah me! they say if I could stand
Upon those mountain ledges,
I should but see on either hand
Plain fields and dusty hedges:
And yet I know my fairy land
Lies somewhere o'er their hedges.
Author notes
I chose to write about my favorite mystical creature.
Written June 28th, 2005
A contest entry
- Twelve and Ten-You Can Win! by aRdNeK.
300 points, ended July 5, 2005, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I thought you were a sprite????!!!!
I LOVE FAERIES!
Stupid Ireland...
*Update* Oh I forgot, I love the rythm and the rhymings pretty good. WOOT WOOT!
Edited on Jul 07, 10:43 because 'uhhh.... my meds haven't kicked in yet'. -
Thanks
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Very good write. Very descriptive and I really like the story and rhyming. Good job and good luck in the contest!
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