Welcome to the world of the Wee Folk.
Come on in!
Wee folk are the wee spirits of the elemental realm of Nature. They were created by the
Great Spirit God specifically to tend to the plant life and wild creatures found in the more
rural areas. They do many things, such as find wounded or dying animals for which they feel
they are responsible to help. Because of their love for animals, all the animals of the forest
are their friends and are willing to help them at any time. If you see one of the wee folk, he
might very well be riding on the back of a rabbit, flying with a hawk, or sitting in the antlers
of a deer.
Are these little wee people a reality or are they just figments of the imagination?
Or, have they been a part of mystical history for centuries? Perhaps the answer to both questions is yes. They are what you need them to be
or believe them to be.
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain, to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse, all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet,
Fearing to fly away, lest he get wet.
To the nest shelter, maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf, smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two,
Holding it over him gaily he flew,
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be,
Soon woke the dormouse, “Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool?”, loud he lamented,
And that’s how umbrellas, first were invented!
-- Oliver Hereford
The Elves' Lullaby
Sing all ye joyful now sing all together!
The winds in the treetop, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom; the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
Dance all ye joyful now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver; the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.
Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!
Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him!
The wanderer sleepeth. Now soft be his pillow!
Lullaby! Lullaby! Alder and Willow!
Sigh no more Pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, Ash, and Thorn
Hushed be all water till dawn is at hand!
"In old time of the King Artour,
Of which that Bretons speken great honour,
All was this land fulfilled of faerie;
The Elf queen, with her joly company,
Danced full oft in many a grene mead.
This was the old opinion, as I rede
I speake of many hundred years ago,
But now can no man see no elves mo.
For now the great charity and prayers
Of limitours,and other holy freres,
That searchen every land and every stream,
As thick as motes in the sunne-beam,
Blessing halls, chambers, kitchenes, and boures,
Cities and burghes, castles high and towers,
Thropes and barnes, sheep-pens and dairies,
This maketh that there ben no fairies.
For there as wont to walken was an elf,
There walketh now the limitour himself,
In under nichtes and in morwenings,
And saith his mattins; and his holy things,
As he goeth in his limitation.
Women may now go safely up and doun
In every bush, and under every tree,
There is no other incubus than he,
And he ne will don them no dishonour."
The Little Elf
I MET a little Elf-man, once,
Down where the lilies blow.
I asked him why he was so small,
And why he didn't grow.
He slightly frowned, and with his eye
He looked me through and through.
"I'm quite as big for me," said he,
"As you are big for you."
Fairies And Unicorns
Wee Folk In Fairyland
Little Fairy Medallions
Sweet Little Fairies
Celtic And Fae Midis
Flower Fairy Sparkles
A Home-Made Fairy Tale
Dancing Princess Fairies
The Treasure Of Fairy Wings
Little Fairy Imps
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Little Angel Heaven
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