Have you ever seen a mushroom fairy ring? It is
interesting to see how they grow in a complete circle. There are some myths and stories about the fairy ring. I thought I would write this poem.
MUSHROOM-FAIRY RING
Mysterious mushrooms - secret fairy ring,
It's where the fairies gather,
All together they dance and sing..
The circle of the mushrooms,
In a pattern that they form.
Look all around,
Different types of mushrooms galore!!
In a deep dark forest,
In the woodlands they appear,
Fairies gather around the circle,
Whispering their magic, they cheer!!
So many types of mushrooms,
Such unique patterns that they display,
Popping up from the ground,
Growing everywhere, each and every way.
The fairies meet, casting spells and having fun
Beneath the silver moon and stars,
The magic has just begun!!
Above the woods you can see it
it all of its’ emerald splendor;
ringing the wooded sentinels,
imaginative realms it engenders.
From a plane, I shot a picture
and endeavored to research;
in local legend lay the secret,
a Fairies ring forest growth unearthed.
There within that emerald ring
amazing vision I did see;
faeries paying homage
to the queen of honey bees!
The spread of faerie food, immense
and the celebration lively;
a birthday party for queen bee,
I realized made total sense!
Feeling soft soil squishing between my toes
is but one pleasure my garden provides.
I love how its sweet smells engage my nose,
the sunshine, fresh air, and much more besides.
I've never used chemical pesticides
and welcome nature's critters every spring,
from caterpillars to the birds that sing.
Color draws butterflies to sip nectar,
while wild mushrooms create a fairy ring
encircling my placid pool reflector.
(Dizain)
06/10/2020
Lights shine in the wood,
the flicker in the wood,
the wood with the fairy ring.
''No tresspassing''
Bold black words
printed on a plastic sign
nailed to a tree,
a tree in a the wood,
the wood with the fairy ring.
The nails on the sign sit rimmed with rust,
the words begin to fade
but no one dares to wander in the woods,
for they've been warned by the woods,
the woods with the fairy ring.
The sign lies blank,
one nail is gone
but the message still remains
for on moonlite nights
the sign drips with blood
its message crimson and clear
''Stay clear of our wood
so the lights may shine in our wood
let them flicker in our woods,
in our wood with our fairy ring.''