The Garden Of The Fairies

[sixdogsmom]

At the foot of the garden
Where wild things abide
A place for young children
And rabbits to hide

A place not clipped and
Not nipped
A place more mussy
Than tussy
With riotous colors
And placement not fussy

A few stepping stones
And just a few crows
But nothing is set in
Regiment rows

A bit tangled, a bit
Mangled by various whims
From great Mother Nature
It's all in her plans

At the foot of the garden
Where wild things abide
The fairies hold court
From dawn to eventide

Secrets exchanged and
Tea parties attended
Rare scents and sweet
Visions are blended

Within the walls of abodes
So tiny they seem to be
Parts of the shadow of
Leaves on the trees

Sparkles and spangles
Borrowed from webs
Adorn each fairy from
Foot to the head

Each tiny shoulder holds
A gossamer wing
So the fairies can fly
When the little birds sing

They dance by bright moonbeams
And sunbeams alike
Both waltzes and polkas
With equal delight

If Dame Fortune should bless you
And walk by your side
And if you believe, really believe
You might sight
The fairies, all the fairies

At the foot of the garden
Where wild things abide

Written by Eda Collier Nettles  2001   (sixdogsmom)

[Diane Amberg]

 What a lovely poem. There is some real talent here.

[Janet Harrington]

Fantastic poem.  I really liked it.

[sixdogsmom]

Thank you both so much. The greatest praise is that received from people whom you admire. Thank you again!

[Wilma]

I hope those thanks extend to me.  I think this poem is quite enchanting.  Quite suitable for a children's book.  Maybe you and Janet could collaborate.

[sixdogsmom]

Absolutely! Thank you Wilma!

[Ole Granny]

I have a two young granddaughter 5 and 6 who love fairies.  I shall read it to them.  Thank you.  We have a little fairy path to a Redbud tree which has a a little fairy door with a tiny lantern hanging on it.  My three-year old grandson helped with the fairy door as a surprise for his sister and cousin.  Charley will love the story too.

[sixdogsmom]

I am so happy that you enjoyed my poem. I too have a fairy home in my yard. I also have an underground factory where the fairies produce marbles. They love marbles you know, that is why you find them so often when you dig in the flower beds. The fairies have dropped them while dancing. Blessings, Edie.

[Diane Amberg]

 Well, apparently my fairies also go hunting and camping. I find marbles quite often, but I have also found little rifles, a wee canteen, a tiny pup tent, and a well bucket. The family who sold us this house had sons who grew up here.

[Ole Granny]

Our Fairy path is covered with marbles.  Also one of the roots of the Redbud has three-toed foot above ground that has marble toenails.