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Tammy Lyn Carbol

Writing is the be​st way to talk without being interrupted

Fairy Friend

Through the wooden plain she ran

Wings spread out as wide as they can

Flowers bloom and birds sing loud

To a clear blue sky without a cloud

To the waters' edge she goes

and what she sees there, no one knows

Her secret smile and gossamer wings

They melt your heart and you think of things

Of knights in shining amour there

Striding atop a huge black mare

Maidens laugh behind their hands

At all the silly boys in the land

My fairy friend is smiling still

I ask if she'll come back...she says "I will"

I know a peace it seems at last

By knowing that her absence will pass

And once again I'll see her running

Naked through the fairy's cunning

We'll sit beside the waters banks

And for our friendship we'll give thanks

This feeling hopefully never ends

As long as I have my fairy friend.


March 9, 2000

Moonlit night, moonlit walk

Moonlit night and moonlit walk

we both grow silent, fairies talk

The stars above are glowing bright

as we walk along this eerie night

The moonlight glows and shines so far

it feels like waking in a star

As nature shows her mighty glow

the waterfalls begin to flow

Nightlife beings as animals stir

The moonlight brightens up their fur

Nighttime is a magical place

when nature shows her friendly face

When fairies walk among the trees

and dance around just like they please

The crickets sing their nightly song

as birds around them join along

Wind moves the trees both to and fro

they silently sway in the bluish glow

Nighttime really is a blast

as nature dances till at last

The sun behinds to slowly rise

and creatures creep away to hide

They're all still there around you see

but in the sun they'll mostly flee

Until again the sun goes down

and nightly creatures gather 'round

For often they enjoy the night

without we humans in their sight

So watch for fairies as they talk

Moonlit night and moonlit walk.


April 5, 2000


Trees hang low above my head

To make an arch as I forge ahead

The forest is a sacred place

To my heart, I love to face

The falling leaves and sunbeam lights

Upon the ground as a doe takes flight

To walk among the silent trees

And hum and sing as much as I please

For forests are alive you see

From rocks to shrubs to bumble bee

An energy flows strong through here

It holds you close, it holds you near

For always when you walk through this

Look at the life you'd usually miss

Enjoy the moss around the tree

Sit near the water; be still --you'll see

A magical thing begins to stir

With life around it starts to blur

Between the worlds of real and non

It comes through quick and then it's gone

The fairy folk still watch you walk

And if you're silent, you'll hear them talk

About the trees, how strong and true

They seem to be to me and you

But fairies have the truth, you know

About the trees and how they grow

Trees need your love and silent praise

In order for their limbs to raise

The power through our hearts desire

Will make the trees rise higher and higher

So when you come across a tree

Think how beautiful it could be.


April 4, 2000

Mother's Reminder

Moonlight shines upon her face

She holds us in her warm embrace

Her trees sway gently in the breeze

Her snowy mountaintops make us freeze

For Mother Earth is watching us

She always changes without a fuss

Her mighty oceans swell with rage

When trapped inside their watery cage

Her volcanoes erupt upon her land

To help us remember she really is grand

Care for our Mother, she knows we're here

And sometimes to remind us, she'll make us fear

So don't forget how small you are

Next time you wish upon a star

Take a moment to feel the Mother's strength

And offer to her your warmest thanks.


July 17, 2000


He roams through the forest late at night

How real he is, how mighty the site

The lone wolf wanders throughout the trees

He alone is free to do whatever he please

He stops upon a clearing there

To gaze at the moon and its luminous glare

Then throws back his head to howl his song

It echoes far and others join along

For they know he feels that animal sense

To give their warning that's so intense

His song sounds sad, although it's not

He merely sings for his life-given lot

To be among the wild and free

His song flies high among the trees

He lowers his head and continues along

Until he feels the need to stop

and continue his song.


July 17, 2000