Walk with me now towards the farm
And hold my hand in case of harm
I’ll lift you here over this stile
And in this field we’ll stay a while.
The cowslips nod their heavy heads
Waving within their weedy beds
And if you look closely here is more
Look over there down by the floor.
Can you see them sitting there?
All in a circle with a feast to share
The fairies are here ready to learn
And waiting patiently for their turn.
Each will stand with their story to tell
A tale as enchanting as if in a spell
A story of the home where they live
And all that it has to offer and give.
They listen in wonder and with awe
And laugh and clap and stamp for more
Proud they are and should be too
Dressed in colours of every hue –
White for thistle and sometimes pink
Buttercup is yellow – do you think?
Green for nettle and for grass
And rosehip red, not least but last.
The fairies there – no bigger than my thumb
Have feasted well to the very last crumb
Eaten every nut and each juicy berry
And drunk the nectar and oh so merry!
We’ll leave them now before we’re seen
And walk on where we have not yet been –
Let’s leave the fairies in all their charm
Walk with me now towards the farm.
©Wendy Strohm 2012
