Fairies In My Garden

There were fairies in my garden when I was only three,
They were my very special friends and they would play with me,
Their hair were shades of golden brown, their wings were very bright,
And their dresses were so pretty and shimmered in the light.

Their homes were in the plant pots that leant against the shed,
They took in them the fallen leaves and used them for their beds,
They would laugh and dance to merry tunes as the birds sang in the trees,
And sometimes gentle music was made by the blowing of the breeze.

But then I grew a little older and found other friends to play
The fairies sat down and told me that they could no longer stay,
As another little girl needed them as she had no friends of her own,
So they kissed me on the forehead and flew to their new home.

Sadly I never saw them again but now my grandchild comes to play,
I watch her by the garden shed and think I can safely say,
That the fairies are there for her until she makes friends of her own,
Before they fly away again to find another needy home.

 

Cheryl Burrows 1996 ©

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