A little fairy, meek and merry

Sheltered ‘neath a pumpkin leaf

I found her presence quite contrary

Clinging to my disbelief

.

For I had never seen a fairy

Except once, in picture book

The tiny creature did not tarry

Startled by my startled look

.

She lit out from beneath the leaf

Her wee wings all a’fluttering

Fleeing from the pumpkin patch

No sound at all, was uttering

.

I hesitated, but a second

Then followed where she flew

Enchanted by her sparkling lights

That glistened, like the dew

.

Happily, I stayed on the path

Her twinkling lit the way

Not flying very far, nor fast

Her movements seemed to say:

.

“Come on, now! Do come along!

You needn’t fuss nor worry

If you must, just sing a song

That might help you to hurry”

.

There are times when I feel lonely

Maybe she felt lonely too

Gladly I’d befriend her — if only

I could fly like fairies flew

.

Suddenly, and without warning

That fairy stopped, in mid-air

From above, she looked down, with love

My head tilted back, I just stared

.

Smiling at me, ever so sweetly

Her eyes were as blue as the sky

“I’m very glad you decided to meet me”

Her voice was so tiny and high

.

“You wanted to meet me?” I stammered

For a second, I thought I’d heard wrong

“Of course I did, silly! (she laughed then)

I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”

.

“In the pumpkin patch is where I first spied you

Every morning you’d come and you’d stay;

I thought you looked nice, all sugar-n-spice

So I hid ‘neath the leaves every day!”

.

“Oh” I said, my cheeks growing hot

“I didn’t know that you were there”

“I was there, but it was for naught”

She brushed back a wisp of red hair

.

“What do you mean?” I quickly inquired

Finding a seat on the ground

(she continued)

“I wanted to play, but then I’d get tired,

When I’d wake up, you weren’t around”

.

I watched her, as she neared me

Delicate, lovely, wee sprite

“I’m wondering, can you still hear me?”

I nodded and watched her alight

.

There on my knee, real as can be

She sat down – her hand cupped her chin

Confused and excited, completely delighted

I wondered just how to begin

.

That was two years ago, come this November

I remember our meeting so well

Now we’re best friends, fairy and I

Our story, I just love to tell

.

THE END

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“ Magic In the Pumpkin Patch” . 09-15-14 . t.r. cardinet ©

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