Come children, dear children, to a beautiful dell
Where here, in the Magic Place, good fairies dwell.
In a mystical world, under branches of green,
It’s here little children, that fairies are seen.
Come children, dear children, tread quietly please:
The Magic Place lies beneath tall growing trees.
In their undisturbed world, and loved by their Queen,
It’s here in the Magic Place, fairies are seen. Shhh
Come children, dear children to this hidden glade:
For in this quiet woodland, pure magic is made.
Dear children, observe this most magical scene
For it’s here, far from humans, that fairies are seen.
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"The Magic Place" is actually Hebers Ghyll, Ilkley, near to my home and the beautiful woodland with a stream toppling down from the moors, with waterfalls and little bridges going over it, is indeed a "magic place." My grandchildren gave this place the name: "The Magic Place" and you'd understand why if you've been there. Unfortunately they don't come here any longer and I wonder if they've forgotten The Magic Place. I hope you like my poem. Josie