Where the Fairies Live
At the top of a very long, high hill
Stands a magnificent magnolia tree,
From which a sound most shrill
Calls to mind a charming fantasy.
It is said fairies live in the blooms
Those huge white, showy flowers,
[We cut to decorate pristine rooms]
Are their castle turrets and towers.
Comes winter the fairies migrate
On the backs of the south-winging bird
Of their existence there is no debate
One only has to take the tree’s word.
And, believe that the fairies are there
As surely as the silvery green leaves
Are their ballrooms for a spring dance,
A belief to which everyone cleaves ....
Such things must never be left to chance.
Written July 21, 2022
[dedicated to Caren Krutsinger]
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