It’s time to find the magic
Where’s the magic?
Let’s go look in the forest
What about the jungle?
How about Antarctica?
Let’s go see the Sahara Desert
Let’s search my house
Let’s go search your house
We Can’t Find The Magic!
Guess what?
What?
…………………..
The Magic has always been inside of us!
At night the fairies wake
They fly far over the lake
To a small, small village
Over the bridge and behind the hedge
They go to this village
At night
Sometimes they get a bite
Over the bridge and behind the hedge
They always carry a
Little light
To help with their sight
Sometimes they leave
A little hint
One time, they sent a letter
It read:
Over the bridge and behind the hedge!
In a big loud grand rose bush
Thorns sharp as a spear
Some fairies play princesses
Tree elves Shakespeare
They practiced and practiced
And practiced the play
And they will perform at the end of the day
In a big loud grand rose bush
Petals pink as a pig
Little young Daisy
Has dropped her blond wig
The audience giggled
And Daisy turned red
“Oopsies my wig!”
She quite shyly said.
There was a young lad with a beard.
Overtime became more and more weird.
He ate an odd pear
Which made him a bear.
Inside his house then he was feared.
There was a man that was magical
Who was always just like an animal
He thought of himself as a magical bear
And he always hung out at the fair.
Magic is not always there,
But if you look with a lot of care,
You could find what you want to be there,
Whether it’s mermaids, fairies, unicorns or elves,
The first thing to do is find the magic in yourself,
If you believe it will come to you,
Anything can happen which you want to.
1 Birds, crows flying all around,
Squarking and barking.
3 Being safe and sound,
It is really remarking.
5 Kicking the football all around,
singing a song while walking around.
7 We need to be safe and sound,
While going on the round-about.
9 This the the end of the magnificent poem,
I hope you have a really good time.
* * * * * * WINNING POEM * * * * * *
He leapt through the forest,
Brushing past the clouds,
With eyes; blurry, teary and confused
With trembling lips, he began murmuring
To the snickering streams
And the beautiful, babbling brooks
Yet somehow they ignored him
He swiveled around and saw the soldiers,
All perspiring, panting and blood-stained
Yet they never gave up galloping,
On their thundering, pounding stallions
For they were after him
But they didn’t want the boy,
They wanted his legacy,
Woven into the lion skin, draped around his chest
He stroked the spellbinding embroidery,
Which made up a bull,
Woven by his grandmother’s needle and thread,
It still held the fragrance,
Of her sweet sandalwood
As she lay writhing in the embrace of death,
And gradually passed away,
Suddenly, from within him,
A majestic bull leapt out
With beady eyes and ivory horns,
It picked the soldiers by their collars,
And hurled them away,
And just as the boy reached out to thank it,
The bull began to fade away,
And crouching within the shadowy bushes,
Of the forest,
The boy began pondering and wondering,
How was it that within his frail old grandma’s fingers
This valiant, charging bull had thrived?
And woven into the lion cloth on his chest,
The bull smiled up at him,
His beady eyes glimmering with his dying grandma’s
Mystical Magic
Fairies are as tiny as a mouse
though their magic is powerful.
The fairy’s magic
is fantastic.
Their magic is full of colors
which is loved by others.
They secretly play funny jokes
on almost every folk.
Oh! How magical are fairies!