Lady Rust

This is another poem I wrote. The scene is Farmer Brown talking to the rust on his fence. A children's poem. Lady Rust and Farmer Brown take turns speaking.

Lady Rust

"Where have you come from, Lady Rust?

Making fun of all the dust?"

"The gate was old, the day was cold,

And I was in need of a home."

"No, that was not my question dear.

My question was, what brought you here?"

"The other farmer turned me out,

He washed me off with soap and towel."

"Then you came here. Now ain't that right?

You didn't have a home in sight?"

"Oh no, I did have quite a choice,

But your nice gate was far from noise."

"You don't like noise then, do you dear?

The sound is hateful to your ear?"

"Oh yes, I hate it quite a bit.

It makes me want to shout, "Now quit!"

"So if I made some noise for you,

Would you pack up and leave me too?"

"Oh no, my dearest Farmer Brown.

The nearest gates are cross the down!"

"What if I took you on my arm?

Carried you to another farm?"

"Well I shall have to think on that

This farm is nice, and there's no cats."

"You do not like cats either, aye?

You don't like paws to scratch by day?"

"Oh no, not day, and nor by night!

Just the sight gives me a fright!"

The farmer disappeared a spell,

Then reappeared with cat and bell.

"Oh, dear!" she cried, "I never saw

that cat before. Oh, those sharp claws!"

"Would you like for me to take

you cross the down to find a gate?"

"Oh yes sir, please. I'd like to see

the downs. They're quite unknown to me."

Gretchen Emily Wolaver

Dance of the Autumn Fay

This is a poem I wrote just the other day. Enjoy!

Dance of the Autumn Fay

The air is still, the hush has fell

The wind moves softly through the dell

The sun is sinking in the sky

And fairies leave their beds to fly

They're little more than sparkles bright

Little more than dots of light

But if you can get close to touch

You'll find upon your soul a hush

As if, to breathe you'll break the spell

Of fairies dancing in the dell

They fly into a circle gay

Each with a leaf of autumn day

Of orange, red, and green, and gold

They light up all the colors so!

That lights upon the dell do play

Of golden colors bright as day!

Into the circle steps a pair

One with long golden flowing hair

As if all gold in all the world 

Was put into her locks unfurled

Beside her dances sprite or man?

His face so young, yet old, like sand

They both are dressed in garments green

As if to say, "Here comes the Spring!"

He danced with her, and she with him

While all the rest looked on at them

Their flowing tresses gleaming fair

As if the sun had risen there

They lifted up into the clouds

And seemed to join the starry crowds.

The host of fay looked at the sky

Up to the stars to say goodbye

To fairies turned to stars up there

Where even night is day so fair

The angels gather in the dell

To say their final, last farewell.

Stars upon the earth do shine

When fairies meet and make a line

To dance beneath the stars of night

Entrancing beauty made of light!

Gretchen Emily Wolaver