Aug 2, 2024
May 4th, There be Fairies Here
She wandered off into the hallowed ground,
the wind and bird the only sound
Ancient stone walls where cherubs watched from above
Greeted her with warm welcome, wings soft as a dove
The call to her roots and nature was strong
Kick off her shoes and run, barefoot all along
The stone lined path led into the garden
While ghosts haunted the ancient cathedral,
“There be faeries here”, she said in a tone that was gleefull.
The little red berries might keep the mischievous at bay,
But everyone knows sometimes they all like to play
There is a cost when dancing with faeries and ghosts
But no one can keep her the town which is her home.
(All photos are mine, taken on iPhone, & poetry written by me) 2024
