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Fairy Goldsprinkle
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Maihri Patrick
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A tiny fairyland that lies
Beneath the golden sunlight's rays
Hides from view a secret dell
Where elves and fairy folk do dwell
The dell, it glows from dawn till dusk
With sparkles of magic fairy dust
Sprinkled on the red rooftops
And wonky little chimney pots
Of brightly painted little homes
With smoke that spirals to the sky
From fires of wood and woodland twine
The brightly painted houses stand
Upon the grass and mossy land
Of woodlands bright and tall green ferns
Where bluebells grow in yellow light
A tall green fern beside a tree
Hides a door no one can see
A door of twigs and fallen leaves
And cobwebs blowing in the breeze
With pots of marigolds outside
The door it leads to a surprise
The windows are covered in a curtain of green
Some tightly closed, so nobody can see
That they have been made from the leaves of the ash
From hedgerows visited, just in a flash
With tiny forget-me-knots quickly tied
In bunches with ivy and columbine
A sprinkle of dust floats upon the air
And far in the corner behind a chair
Lies the wand of fairies bright
That glitters in the morning light
A shelf full of pots lies fixed to the wall
With pictures of bluebells and daffodils small
Clothes pegs are tied up with pretty white lace
And tiny pink shoes look out of place
With ribbons and bows all neatly tied
They sit beside the fireside
A tiny cot of orange and gold
Sits by the wall away from the cold
Of winters dark and rain soaked nights
And autumn days with bright sunlight
The dusty floors are covered in soot
And if you are lucky enough to stop and look
The footprints on the well-worn floor
Are prints of gold and nothing more
So who can it be who lives in a place
Of pretty pink bows and delicate lace
Is it a fairy, a goblin or woodland elf
Who is clever enough to make for themselves
A shelf full of pots and a tiny cot
With a bed made of petals
From marigold pots
With curtains of green, a secret to hide
Of the tiny folk who live inside
A glittering wand behind a chair
A book of spells for which to share
With folk that live in secret dells
A set of wings for which to sail
Upon the gentle summer breeze
To grant a magic fairy wish
A tiny wish is all you need
To see the dust among the leaves
That fall upon the mossy ground
And never make a single sound
Amongst the red topped toadstools bright
In morning mists and dark of night
Close your eyes and count to three
But only once, for which to see
The face of a fairy all covered in green
With butterfly wings
And columbine leaves
If you are granted a single wish
From fairies that no one can see
Remember they are here to be
Just magical for you and me
The End
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