In Search of Faeries

In Search of Faeries

Merry Mill rises higher on the hill,
disappears behind a curtain of green.
Woody arms and fingers interlace
curling pointy welcomes,
drawing us in.

Terabithia awaits.
Fireflies light the way down the
fern-kissed path where
tagless, costless dreams
hang on secret trees. The fruits
wrinkle your tongue if
you eat them before the
faeries come.

I know they are hiding
beneath the mushrooms,
tall and wide, lush
sacred umbrellas.
This time we will see them.

Come with me.

17 thoughts on “In Search of Faeries

  1. I think this is one of my favorite poems that I have ever read! You’ve given me the inspiration that maybe I could become an Author someday!

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  2. Thank you Walt. This poem was written about a Girl Scout camping experience where the counselors told us about the faeries that lived in the ferns…and I TOTALLY believed if I looked hard enough I’d see them. Perhaps, I still do.
    Thank you so much for reading and commenting.

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