Fairies a poem revisited

One day you hear a story about fairies and next day you write a bit of an auld poem about fairies and then you get to thinking that you like living in the world in your head where you can knock on the magic door three times and you enter a different place where roses are blue and violets are red and the sky turns green when the sea is low.
The fairies are lost
God forgot them
Left here to gaze
On our world from
The bottom up

The dot of light
The buzz of night
The sense of someone
The butterfly’s wings
Tell you they are here
Watching and playing
Listening and singing

The wonder of child
In the eyes of a man
(C) frankie McGivney just now


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