Fairyland
Row after row in or shine,
She grew them where the scattered lay;
Mayflowers, roses, columbine,
A fairyland among decay.
I ran to where her wielded wand
Cast beauty down between dead bark.
Damp earth we combed with clawing hand,
Light fingerplay among the dark;
Then danced upon her magic lawn.
"Choose one, the fairest to your eye.
It's grown for you and you alone;
Then tend till old enough to die."
Till old enough? For it or me?
My longer and my shorter years,
A garden kept on bended knee
From vine and weed, with sweat and tears,
And blooded briar, choking turf;
Till bye and bye, a withered rose;
And this: her hushing voice - "enough!
That was the fairyland you chose."
David Colquhoun.
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