Faery Glade

A fanciful peek into fantasy

The wee ones travel over hill and dale

Skipping among the grasses

Trading favors to insects and plants

Unbeknownst to the traveler who passes

They giggle and play and sing a nice tune

As the sun climbs over the skies

Then the Moon Mother comes and shines her keen eye

On the little ones' village she spies

The Faery realm where we cannot see

Our world hidden from them

The two collide at a magical point

At the birth of the Honeysuckle stem

The base of the rainbow, in the Leprechaun's pot

Where magic and wonder grows

Is there really such a wondrous place?

Only the lucky ones know

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

A marvelous, fanciful look into that secret world.

[mamabear]

Absolutely loved this poem. Keep it up sweetie. I really enjoyed reading this poem and thank you for entering my competition. I look forward to reading more of your work.

love

mamabear x