THERE
IS A FAIRY TREE
by Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy 5th birthday Kate.
I sure do love you.
There
is a tree at Grandma’s house,
Boughs
hanging to the ground,
Where
fairies dance at twilight
If
you listen, you’ll hear their sounds
When
you’re very quiet and eavesdrop carefully
You’ll
hear their tiny bluebells chime
And
see their flaxen lantern’s light
Then
hear their voices sing a rhyme . . .
“We
are your wishes – your dreams at bay
We
paint the summer flowers bright
We
spread the glisten in the trees
We
make mid-night stars alight.”
“On
your knees beneath the hanging boughs
You’ll
see our tiny wooden chairs
Made
with moss and well-trimmed sticks
You’ll
find jewels for your hair.”
“No
one knows where fairies hide
When
grown-ups are about
So
if children want to see us
They
can’t scream and shout.”
“They
must sit quietly upon the stone
Close
their eyes and hold so still
Then
they’ll hear our wings purring
And
they’ll know that we are real.”
If
you’re very lucky we might be brave
And
light upon on your hand
That
is the time for you to wink and smile
For
now you’re in fairyland.”