Adventures in Fairy Land

The girl could not help but stare in wondered
awe at the strangeness before her gaze.
But there’s no such thing as fairies!
she blurted in her surprise,
and quickly clasped hands
over mouth as if to apologize,
Then asked in horror if
somewhere one would fall down dead.

The tiny winged creature laughed tremendously
and replied that they only put that in there
so children would stop saying, incorrectly,
such awful words concerning something
of which they knew simply nothing.
After all no fairy says
I don’t believe in the human race.
What a dreadful thing to say
to another person’s face!

The girl began to giggle
and asked if she could please
have some fairy dust
but the fairy simply sneezed.
Fairies can fly because we have wings!
No fairy dust can make you fly
no matter how small you be.

Then the little girl began to cry.

The fairy having pity, though,
took her by the hand
and brought her to the garden
known to everyone as Fairy Land.
And through the night, ‘neath stars
and moon and quiet trees,
the little girl danced through
courts and kingdoms, the day breaking
with a fairy prince on one knee.

When first light appeared, blowing out
the distant, lonely stars
the fairy raced the little girl
back to her comfy boudoir.
Tired from all the night’s fun,
to sleep she fell, forgetting to dream.
For, no dream could match that one
sweet night gladly spent
‘neath the trees in Fairy Land.

And when the sun shone bright at noon
the little girl soon awoke
and quickly gliding from her room
ran to the garden once again,
but of fairies she found none.
Only flowers and grass,
though splendid themselves,
were not nearly as much fun.

Then stooping down, she perceived
with a cry, a tiny azure box.
And picking it up and finding a seat
on a close by mossy rock,
she looked inside and saw
the ring which that dear prince
had given her the night before,
though she has never seen him since.

Secretly she’s kept it for many years together.
Though suitors and lovers have pursued,
she always remembers, and in certain weather
thinks that maybe she can see,
beneath the stars and moon and
many ancient-growing trees,
lights of fairy palaces glowing in the night,
giving stirrings of remembrance and hope
that her child’s faith will, one day, be sight.

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