Magical Shangri La
A prairie garden delight in the center of town.
Cone flowers, daisies and daffodils appear as if renegade.
There is no mulch, large curly grasses, dandelions, clover.
My children recognize this as a magical Shangri-La
They are reverent and excited with her tiny touches.
A silver frog stands holding two hot pink geraniums
A path of round colored blue rocks lead to a fairy garden
Where they find faeries of all kinds and sizes, each with a house
A teapot house, a coffee cup house, a mushroom house.
Queen Anne’s lace livens up this gorgeous miniscule village
Why don’t we have a place like this? One of my children asks.
I am as mystified about this as they are.
Maybe it is time we did.
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