Fairyland

One morning as I was walking

The rain had gone away,

early dewy coolness

was good to start this day.

In the neighbors yard

I noticed tiny mushrooms

in a circle grown.

I stopped and stared,

smiled to myself

and wondered if it was true

was it really a way through?

That’s what is said.

I looked about me

and decided to try it out.

I put one toe in the circle

and before I could even shout

I felt myself sliding

right through the mushroom door!

I was squeezed and flew down a tube.

I ended up in a place that I knew,

it was not really dark

nor yet was it light.

It was some sort of glow

that lights up the night.

Tiny earthen treasures

made up the tables and chairs

just like I had thought

would be there.

The amazing thing was

they were just right for me!

I was a small squeeze!

After a moment I heard a melody

coming from the out doors,

when I took a peek

Lo and behold!

it was fairy land,

just like I’d been told.

The fairies were dancing

and some played their music

on tiny flutes, and wooden drums,

and stringed things

with a beautiful sound.

Their outfits and hats

were made from the wild-flowers

every color was there,

and some extra things,

like moonbeams, and star shine,

it only could be.

I saw strange birds fluttering in time.

Butterflies and dragon flies

racing in the sky.

Strange furry animals

I had no name for,

were up on their feet.

They all were dancing

to the fairies beat.

They had gossamer wings

and fly away hair,

that floated as they spun and

swirled in a glow,

from their faces it shone.

Before I could duck

a tiny white hand grabbed mine,

and pulled me into the merry band.

I danced with their laughter

drank nectar from flowers,

for hours and hours.

I had a great time

I decided to stay there forever

but with a startled yelp

I fell back on the road

wet from the sprinkler in the neighbor’s yard.

Sally Y. Weber 2006