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|I had to write a pastoral poem for English, and this is what I came up with.||
A Night with the Faeries
I sleep in my dark bed
And awake in a field of green
I walk my path
Passing flowers of vibrant colors
Crimsons, blues, yellows, plums,
And the ever present green
I come to a circle of mushrooms
Growing in a curious form
I step into the circle
To be greeted by flying lights
They giggle, they laugh, they dance
In the same colors of the flowers before
“Fly away with us!” they cry
“Away to the fey castle!” says another
I shake my head and look to the ground
“I cannot” I say, “I must stay for I am human”
“What does that have to do with it?” ask they
“I’m not quite sure” is my reply, “but it is what I know”
“Then let’s dance together, before you wake”
Within the circle of mushrooms
I have danced with faeries
And within the field of greens
I have walked my path
And in my memory this night stays
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