Uploaded July 2021 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
This little poem came about when I was painting my latest art work used in the video..My head, is usually always with the fairy folk:)
The Festival Hare .Original art by Ali Hammond .
The Midsummer Festival
When the solstice is upon us, and Midsummer brings fair light
There is a wildflower field, beyond the old oak gate
That for one day only is filled with pure delight
For throughout the hours that follow, there is a merry meet
When hares from all the fields beyond, for a festival do greet
They wear their finest flower garlands, to dance and skip and leap
Made from foxglove bells and campions and shimmering buttercups
That grace their ears so prettily, tis the bonniest sight to see!
And the ravens and the crow man serve honeysuckle and sweet nectar mead
Which makes them even giddier, in their frolicking stampede!
And when the day is over and the full moon meets the sun
The weary hares do slumber, but the faeries work's just begun
For the pixies do arrive with sacks made from the old Yew's leaves
To collect the crushed flower garlands, tossed from many twitching ears in the breeze
And sometimes, if you're lucky, when you walk through that magic field
You may fall upon the prettiest daisy chain...
Blessed by a mystical hare, and much fortune you may gain.
Original poem by Ali Hammond.
This little poem came about when I was painting my latest art work used in the video..My head, is usually always with the fairy folk:)
The Festival Hare .Original art by Ali Hammond .
The Midsummer Festival
When the solstice is upon us, and Midsummer brings fair light
There is a wildflower field, beyond the old oak gate
That for one day only is filled with pure delight
For throughout the hours that follow, there is a merry meet
When hares from all the fields beyond, for a festival do greet
They wear their finest flower garlands, to dance and skip and leap
Made from foxglove bells and campions and shimmering buttercups
That grace their ears so prettily, tis the bonniest sight to see!
And the ravens and the crow man serve honeysuckle and sweet nectar mead
Which makes them even giddier, in their frolicking stampede!
And when the day is over and the full moon meets the sun
The weary hares do slumber, but the faeries work's just begun
For the pixies do arrive with sacks made from the old Yew's leaves
To collect the crushed flower garlands, tossed from many twitching ears in the breeze
And sometimes, if you're lucky, when you walk through that magic field
You may fall upon the prettiest daisy chain...
Blessed by a mystical hare, and much fortune you may gain.
Original poem by Ali Hammond.
