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Anne B’s Magic Box
I will put in the box,
A beach with shells and treasure,
A pearl button from a mermaid’s purse,
Sea mist rolling across the breakers.
I will put in the box,
A fir cone from a deep, dark green wood,
A feather from a phoenix I once knew,
The peace of a forest glade in hazy sunshine.
I will put in the box,
A white wizard’s magic to protect and guide,
A buzzing bee finding nectar to make honey,
An anchor bringing safe harbour.
I will put in the box,
An ocean roaming turtle of great wisdom and age,
A kaleidoscope to magnify wonder and beauty,
A book of boots to travel with.
My box is green and gold, made of woodland leaves,
There is magic in the corners six,
A Green Man watches over me from the lid.
I will travel with my box to the end of my days,
I will tell my stories as I go
And I will be content.
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Noreen’s Magic Box
Is made of metal, silver and gold, with locks and keys in brass.
The lining will be of the finest mulberry cloth.
In my box I will put:-
Children’s laughter at play
And the sympathy of their pet dog at the end of the day.
The spikey high heeled shoes in all the colours and styles,
that I know I will not wear again but in my box
I can look and stroke and smile at the times we had in the years gone past.
My favourite poetry that makes me smile, or makes me sad.
and takes me wandering in thoughts for a while
Beautiful Flowers of every hue, magnificent butterflies and busy fat bees,
Dragonfly’s and song birds adorn our gardens and trees.
Magic and mystical fairies angels and dragons I shall put my box ,in my special place through an invisible door, to give me luck and make me smile to protect me , and to defend me from my foes..
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Christine C’s Magic Box
I will put in the box
The sweet song of a blackbird on a summer night
The taste of chocolate
And a cobweb sparkling with dew
I will put in the box
The curl of a baby’s hand round your finger
The smell of a garden after rain
And a blue moon
I will put in the box
A tree that grows money
The perfume of old fashioned roses
And a pale rainbow
My box is fashioned from
Silver and stardust, magic and dreams
And held together by hope
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Nigel’s Magic Box
I will put in the box
A walk in the silence of a moonlit foggy night
The gentle hiss of falling snow in a silent forest
A hawk's plaintive cry above a deserted moor
I will put in the box
The intensity of a love so strong it hurts
The gay abandon of a barefoot dance in the rain
A smile on a gentle face that brightens even the darkest day
I will put in the box
Wraith-like faces in firelight's warm glow
The enchantment of music under a starlit sky
The first bright ray of a Beltaine sunrise
I will put in the box
A stream’s twinkling laugh as it plays among the rocks
The unconditional love in a dog's brown eyes
The rhythmic patter of rain on canvas
My box is made from the new life of autumn and the lazy days of winter,
The first fallen leaves of spring and the finest summer snowflakes,
All held together with spider tears and gossamer butterfly wings
I shall travel in my box along the Web of Wyrd,
Following each and every strand, through the dark and the light,
Until I dance with The Lady under the stars
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