Whispers Of The Unicorn And Children

I love writng whether it is about the pure and lovely unicorn or for children. Here is my collection of poems and stories for them to enjoy and perhaps the child in all of us!


Unicorn Oh Unicorn

Pure white and golden horn,
chasing butterflies in the morn,
lovely vision 'tis the unicorn.

Protector of forests and glens,
horn's healing powers transcend,
sacred creature hunted by men.

Purity of heart unicorns only know,
a virgin trap was set by the foe,
bound by rope then came the blow.

Unicorn fallen, young lass forlorn,
a sword removes thy golden horn,
deep crimson flows a life torn.

Men ride off, tears from unicorn's eyes,
created only to love, betrayed by lies,
silent is the forest as the unicorn dies.

Unicorn oh, unicorn if they only knew,
healing touch from thy horn to renew
must come from a living unicorn true!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech



When Unicorns Will Want To Stay

One Child skipped and then began to race.
Hoping to see a unicorn's beautiful face.
A creek in magic forest, the perfect place!

Turtle lounging on rocks, leathery with years.
Sadly One Child saw turtle shedding tears.
Old turtle spoke softly of a story to hear.

God's sacred creatures with healing golden horns.
Prancing, singing in forests, the joyful unicorns.
Until mankind's cruelty left them all forlorn.

Mercifully, God took them to His heavenly throne.
Youngest unicorn asked to stay on earth alone.
Hoping that children of Man would willingly atone.

But soon unicorn witnessed a horrible blight.
Children teasing and yelling in selfish fights!
Unicorn's heart and soul dimmed at the sight.

An angel changed unicorn at God's command.
Now a beautiful flower, no unicorn on land.
Only kindness on earth could alter that plan.

Some days the flower, unicorn size blooms.
Other times only tiny white petals loom.
How much kindness or cruelty is its doom.

One Child watched turtle slowly swim away.
Ancient turtle stopped and turned to say.
Kindness to each other is the only way.
Then blessed unicorns will want to stay.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech



A Fairy's Kiss

Drenched from heavy rains the forest was covered in deep gray mist.
Rain soaked into the unicorn's soul who longed for a fairy's kiss.

Butterflies were grounded with damp wings unable to flutter in bliss.
Mice clung to reeds as their homes had become an oceanic abyss.

Robins as well as frogs bravely tried to join voices and sing.
All hoping their chorus of love a fairy's kiss it would bring.

Snails hiding under a flower petal spotted the first beam of light.
Breaking through the tree tops a shaft touched the saturated site.

Tinier then a whisper, bright hues flying faster then dancing flames.
A wish to be granted for the unicorn by sunlight's grande dames.

A kiss of orange, a kiss of pink, a kiss of purple done in a blink.
Across the now dry and serene forest a magical bow was inked.

Above the tree tops bending through the cloud free, blue sky.
A rainbow created from a fairy's kiss to wish the rain goodbye.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech





The Unicorn And The Tiger

I stood drinking from the forest waters weary from roaming on my own.
You quietly circled and flexed your aging strength though still unknown.

Then my eyes met yours and they pierced my wounded being by chance.
You did charm me even though you knew it was an unwelcome dance.

I stood at a distance very unsure of your kind and the fear in me arose.
I fled for the depths of lighted guidance, cloaked in my confused woes.

I saw you as an enemy trying to strike me down so I bolted and hid.
Slowly you stalked me trying to convince me that you were just a big kid.

I set the trap and in your loving weakness for that bait you leapt.
Again the old wound surged and into my soul fear's shadow crept.

Rolling over, you exposed soft underbelly, my horn lowered then I paused.
You could have stopped me with one powerful swipe of a tiger's claws.

I lanced your loving heart, you growled softly waiting for the next blow.
A tiger that surrendered to the likes of me, a strange truth now I know.

With a heart of patience and kindness is how you do embrace.
No longer can I run from you when fear has been forever erased.

An unlikely pair through the woods together we now safely roam.
The unicorn and the tiger letting God's stars in the sky lead them home.

{For my husband, Tony, the true tiger in my life!}

By Jacqueline Ann Piech









Halloween Hammie

There once was a hamster named Sandy.
Pretending in costume was just dandy
for he loved trick-or-treat and candy!

Sitting in his wheel deep in thought,
a brain-storming idea he did plot.
The perfect costume is what he sought.

Should he be a pirate dashing and suave?
A dazzling rock star dressed in mauve?

How about a kitty's squeak toy (yikes)?
Or a rodeo riding, macho cowboy (likes)!

Perhaps with a friend, a bride and groom?
Maybe a brave astronaut on the moon!

A witch, a pumpkin or a very spooky bat,
a baseball player or a debonair aristocrat?

Yawning, sleep overcame him it seemed.
Knowing just what to wear from his dream,
waking up the Halloween hammie beamed.

Excited, his nose and whiskers did twitch,
delighted he squeaked in a happy pitch.
His costume would be a sub-Sandy-wich!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




My Magical Ship

With both my feet I push off earth.
Take off is a sweet skyward burst.

Momentum builds, wind blows my hair.
Sun kisses my face as higher I dare.

A magical ship to touch the sky.
Soon I'll pass birds flying by!

Reaching to clouds with pointed toes.
Guessing how high I really can go.

Mom calls, it's time to come in.
Slowly to earth I softly descend.

I have fun pretending whenever I swing.
Wonder what tomorrow's trip will bring?

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




The Hamster's Secret

Settling down for bed I gazed at my hamster's home.
Sandy was asleep, tucked safely inside unable to roam.

I slept the whole night through but woke with a start.
Sandy's lid was pushed off and panic seized my heart!

Looking through every nook and cranny of my little room.
No hamster to be found, I worried was Sandy doomed?

Then I noticed I was missing my right soft plastic shoe.
I had left it beside my bed as a pair, shiny and new.

Were other things missing I wondered, asking myself?
Pencils and a sail from a large boat on the desk shelf.

Something drew me to the window, slowly I pulled up the shade.
Sandy, in the center of the pool, proud of the boat he had made!

The missing sail stuck firmly in the shoe I once wore.
Pencils I had written with now served as tiny oars.

Sandy waved and tipped the captain's hat upon his head.
He steered the shoe boat to help the sail and wind wed.

A swimming pool was his deep blue ocean, a tiny sailor brave.
Touching the snooze button, my ears from the alarm were saved.

What a crazy dream I thought as I dressed and put on each shoe.
The right one was feeling very wet and from it my foot I withdrew.

Picking it up, the small hole in the top flap made me blink.
In the hamster's house stood Sandy, giving me a quick wink!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech



 Hurray For Spring

Cold winter is gone for awhile.
Soft showers make flowers smile.

No more boots or cold noses.
Soon there will be red roses.

Big rain puddles to jump over.
Bunnies munch on fresh clover.

The sun appears on the scene.
Birds chirp, grass turns green.

Everything new this season brings.
We cheer hurrah-hurray for Spring!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech



Garden Mystery

When I was a child something wonderful did occur.
No one ever could explain what exactly did I hear.

Asking me to go weed around the garden flowers.
A boring task, Mom knew it would take me hours.

So I started weeding where the red roses grew.
Thinking of thousands of things I'd rather do.

Hearing several giggles, I looked all around.
But nothing in sight matched the tiny sound.

Back to weeding the garden, was that a sneeze?
It was so clear I jumped up off  both my knees!

Slowly I parted daisy bunches with my hand.
Among pansy clusters, petite flowers grand.

Two small dolls, golden curls and cherubic faces.
Porcelain beauties hiding in the garden oasis.

Carefully I picked them up and gave each a hug.
Not one sound from either, my heart felt a tug.

Mom believes I had been hearing things that day.
My imagination she said because I wanted to play.

I am a grown up now, the mystery still confounds.
Did they giggle and sneeze in order to be found?

By Jacqueline Ann Piech






Gently blowing through a ring,
crystal-clear globe takes wing.

Dancing on warm Spring breezes,
tiny shimmering orb that pleases.

Will it journey past the zoo
or beyond the great lake blue?

Across the meadow, over the creek
floating above the mountain peak.

Soon more friends join the flight,
sky full of bubbles, what a sight!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech


Meadow Myth
Is it a childhood wish or a summer morning dream?
Or just too tiny for the adult eye to have ever seen?
As bees gather pollen, on nectar a butterfly grazes.
The robin flies overhead, her sweet voice praises.
Meadow creatures stir as ethereal song fills the air.
Mice gathering seeds scamper up stalks and stare.
Gracefully balanced on a single spider's strand.
A wee tightrope walker among the flowers grand.
Her hair a lily covers, a dress of shimmering light.
Tiptoeing on the silver strand, a cherubic sight.
Pair of morning doves coo, her singing transcends.
Dragonflies hover as the meadow's beauty blends.
Then off she glides carried by two luminous wings.
Meadow myth which only a child's hope can bring.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech




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