Garden Fairy

I’ve had a busy day making golden wedding cards. Two couples in our church congregation are celebrating theirs within the next few weeks and I want to leave plenty of suitable cards in the stand in the Atrium café at church before we go away.

Then this afternoon I went to look after our three year old granddaughter while her Mummy and Daddy went to a parents’ meeting at school held half an hour before picking up time. 

This fairy on a swing greeted me as I arrived at their house; I’d not met her before, and she was swaying merrily in the brisk breeze as I passed.

Fairies

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead --
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
There's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles,
And a little stream that quietly runs through;
You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking there--
      Well, they do.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
They often have a dance on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze,
And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights.
Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams
And pick a little star to make a fan,
And dance away up there in the middle of the air?
      Well, they can.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
You cannot think how beautiful they are;
They all stand up and sing when the Fairy Queen and King
Come gently floating down upon their car.
The King is very proud and very handsome;
The Queen--now you can quess who that could be
(She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals away)?
      Well – it's Me! 

Rose Fyleman