Poetry Friday: A Fairy in Armor

Here's my contribution to Poetry Friday (hosted here) this week. I found it and read it to the girls on Tuesday after they'd spent the first hour of their day out on the patio, making enormous bubbles and being serenaded by the mourning doves. They informed me that "when bubbles are blown, fairies are born." 

A  Fairy In Armor

He put his acorn helmet on;

It was plumed of the silk of thistle down;

The corslet plate that guarded his breast

Was once the wild bee’s golden vest;

His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes,

Was formed of the wings of butterflies;

His shield was the shell of a lady-bug green,

Studs of gold on a ground of green;

And the quivering lance which he brandied bright,

Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.

Swift he bestode his fire-fly steed;

He bared his blade of the bent-grass blue;

He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed,

And away like a glance of thought he flew,

To skim the heavens and follow far

The fiery trail of the rocket star.

                                 By Joseph Rodman Drake


Kind of an unusual fairy, no? Think he looks as resplendent as Prince William did in his dress uniform this morning?


This week we ... 


... finished reading Ginger Pye, me with a lump in my throat and a fond gaze at our own dog.
... played Animal Yahtzee  - such a fun way to do elementary math!
... dug for worms and watched a mother bird feed her babies in our back yard.
... watched Popular Mechanics for Kids: Gators and Dragons and Other Wild Beasts
... found more logic puzzles at braingle.com

And we'll be camping with friends this weekend, continuing to pray for rain once the trip is over. Whether you have big plans or small ones, may your weekend be happy and safe!