This work is in honor to which honor is due to all poets and poetesses; and that poetry is the voice of the heart in love and that the legacies of their works live on. The imagination brings out the images of its creation, the artists breathes life into their paintings through their colors of the Rainbows, the sculptors to their works gives them life, and the poets inspired by their poems. But I, "The Thinker," my muse has been a flower in the forest that I found in the height of winter. The petals were like sunshine that blinded my eyes. But yet, flowers only flourish in the height of spring. And I asked who are you forest flower, and how is it possible you have flourish in the height of winter? As I await my dear readers, my poems and legends of love poetry and love in the air keeps on blowing like the wind and that each verse keeps your heart pumping. This is simply me, the poet of love and spreading in each note the perfume of love. This legend of love in poetry is the mouth of the soul that speaks as in the "The Legend of the Forest Flower." In hopes that "The Legend of the Forest Flower" make history just like The Legend of the White Rose. Second volumes for both books will be coming soon in which love lives on and never dies.

Eris Taeresin, third daughter to the king, is tired of being different. She's wasted months searching the massive palace garden for a flower that will let her join her sisters in lessons to learn the secret language of flowers. Each day the Mistress of Flowers finds some reason to refuse, all while her sisters found theirs easily, a fact they love to throw in her face. When she finally finds a strange flower that satisfies the stern Mistress of Flowers, Eris is told she needs to learn more about the flower before she can join the lessons, leaving her spending more days searching the garden. At least now she has Terran, a handsome young gardener, for company. Then, while her father's men fight a war in the north and with her oldest sister planning her wedding with the Saffra prince, Eris discovers the Mistress of Flowers might be more than she realized. After overhearing her father's magi advisor, she begins to suspect the Mistress of Flowers is a flower mage who intends to use the garden in a plot against the kingdom. Eris soon learns the threat against the kingdom is deeper than she suspected and now she might be the only one able to save it from destruction.

Fascinating compendium of facts, folklore, superstitions, myths, and anecdotes about trees and the forest. Describes forest customs, temples and sacred groves, mythical forest creatures, famous trees, unusual trees, tree worship, fossil trees, Yule logs, and much more. "If you have a feeling for the mystery and enchantment of the woods, you will want to own this book." — Outlook.

Sacred Groves and Tree Nymphs, Yule Logs and Divining Rods, Wild Huntsmen and Wood-Wives . . . Delve into an enchanting exploration of the magic and mystery of forest realms in this scholarly and highly readable work. Fact and fable sit sid Since its original publication in 1928, this lively guide to the folklore of the forest around the world has also appeared under such titles as The Forest in Folklore and Mythology and Forest Folklore, Mythology and Romance. It has become a beloved sou AUTHOR BIO: Scottish author ALEXANDER PORTEOUS was a professor of philosophy whose work appeared in various philosophical journals, which include The Town Council Seals of Scotland; Historical, Legendary and Heraldic (1906) and The History of Crieff from the Earli

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 361 In this 361st issue of the Baba Indaba?s Children's Stories series, Baba Indaba narrates the Fairy Tale "LITTLE BLUE FLOWER?. long ago and far, far away, a stork swept high over the Bohemian forest. It was a most important duty that had brought him from his own marshes into this mountainous region, where far and wide no croak of frog could be heard. In his beak he carried two little children, a boy and a girl, both intended for the knight who dwelt in the gloomy fortress below. Smaller and smaller grew the circles made by the stork in his flight. Lower and lower he sank towards the earth, until at length he rested on the highest chimney of the castle. But before letting the children slip down the narrow black hole he paused and looked carefully around. While in the air, this old castle, with its round turrets glittering in the rising sun, had appeared to him a most stately edifice. But now, when quite close, the stork discovered many things that did not please him. The walls were sadly out of repair, there were holes in the roof, whilst the courtyard was overgrown with weeds. "I do not like this," said the stork, looking thoughtfully down his long, red beak. "This place seems to have a very bad landlord. A knight who cannot keep his castle in proper repair certainly does not deserve two children. I will take one away with me." "Which should he have now, the boy or the girl?" thought the stork. He looked once more thoughtfully down his long beak, and on the two children smiling happily in their dreams. "I think I will give him the boy," he said at length. "He will push his way in this wretched place better than the girl." With these words he made a movement to throw the little boy down the chimney. This, however, was not so easy as the stork had thought. In their sleep the little ones had embraced each other, and would not let go. "I have never had two such obstinate little creatures in my beak before," exclaimed the stork angrily. Then he began to shake them, at first gently, then harder, and at last so roughly that the children half awoke from their dreams, and looked at each other with blinking eyes. After this the boy would not let go his companion, and no wonder, for the little girl had shown him a pair of blue eyes of such wondrous beauty, that there were not many like them in the world. But the stork, now thoroughly angry, gave the poor little fellow a kick that sent him head first down the castle chimney. "Now, what shall I do with the other little thing?" said the stork thoughtfully, scratching the back of his ear. "Ah! I have it," he cried?the little girl had kept on blinking her eyes, and the stork had also seen their beautiful blue?"I have it!" he repeated. "Such eyes can only belong to Norway." High overhead soared the stork. Powerfully his wings clove the air as he sailed away towards the north. Well what happened to the babe with the beautiful blue eyes? Did the stork complete the journey to Norway and was Little Blue Eyes delivered to loving family? Did she grow up to become a loving mother? Well many things happened, some strange, some fun and some serious. To find the answers to these questions, and others you may have, you will have to download and read this story to find out! ÿ BUY ANY 4 BABA INDABA CHILDREN?S STORIES FOR ONLY $1 33% of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to charities. INCLUDES LINKS TO DOWNLOAD 8 FREE STORIES ÿ Each issue also has a "WHERE IN THE WORLD - LOOK IT UP" section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story. HINT - use Google maps. Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children's stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as "Father of Stories". ÿ