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There’s a rustle in the woodlands
And a sighing in the breeze
For the Little Folk are busy
In the bushes and the trees.
They are packing up their treasures
Every one with nimble hand
Ready for the coming journey back
To sunny Fairyland.
They have gathered up the jewels
From their beds of mossy green
With all the dewy diamonds
That summer morns have seen
The silver from the lichen
And the powdered gold dust too
Where the buttercups have flourished
And the dandelions grew.
They packed away the birdies’ songs
Then, lest we should be sad
They left the Robin’s carol out
To make the winter glad
They packed the fragrance of the flowers
Then, lest we should forget
Out of the pearly scented box
They dropped a Violet.
Then o’er a leafy carpet
By the silent woods they came
Where the golden bracken lingered
And the maples were aflame.
On the stream the starlight shimmered
O’er their wings the moonbeams shone
Music filtered through the forest
And the Little Folk were gone.
By Fay Inchfawn
Blessings and magic.
This is what we needed to make our yarn pumpkins, 
Blessings and magic.
Leaves
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
by Elsie Brady
For this activity, we needed;
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They are just wonderful little ghosts... they spin around happily in the breeze. We were all enchanted by them when we arrived home from a trip to the post office this afternoon. They were clearly excited to see us... twirling as if to say 'welcome, welcome... yay, you are home!' 
Isn't she a scary one!
