oak (Remove filter)
The Little folk
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm
Recent Comments
purplemoon on Up and Away
57 minutes ago
John Coopey on REGRETS? I'VE HAD A FEW
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Pain is a friend
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Up and Away
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on REGRETS? I'VE HAD A FEW
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Hurrah for the Blackshirts!
5 hours ago
Matthew Faul on Torture
8 hours ago
Chris Bunton on We Don't Trust Them
10 hours ago
Hélène on Family History (in 2 parts)
10 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Hurrah for the Blackshirts!
15 hours ago