Saturday, December 8, 2018

The Song Of The Shepherd's-Purse Fairy





Though I'm poor to human eyes

Really I am rich and wise.

Every tiny flower I shed

Leaves a heart-shaped purse instead.

In each purse is wealth indeed-

Every coin a living seed.

Sow the seed upon the earth-

Living plants shall spring to birth.






Silly people's purses hold

Lifeless silver, clinking gold;

But you cannot grow a pound

From a farthing in the ground.

Money may become a curse:

Give me then my Shepherd's Purse.



"The Song of the Shepherd's-Purse Fairy
Illustration and poem by
Cecily Mary Barker
(1895-1973)
English artist and poetess
Patroness of the English fairies




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