THE FAIRYE WOOD
(By: Holly Solt)

I Went into the fairye wood
to hear the fairyes sing,
and hoped that I might catch a glimpse
of silvered fairye wing.

I went into the fairye wood
and much to my dismay,
Was greeted by the fairye Prince
Who asked if I might play!

He showed me where the spiders spin
the webs that catch the dew.
He showed me where the rabbit sleeps
at night when day is through.

We stopped and drank the tiny drops
from honeysuckle flowers,
He told me they were captured bits
of springtime's magic showers.

We sat upon the forest floor
amongst the vines and grasses.
He called them out, one by one...
the fairye lads and lasses.

I sat and watched in wonder
as they did their fairye things.
I wished that I could fly with them,
Alas, I had no wings!

They blew upon their wooden flutes
and sounded like the birds.
They talked and sang and laughed and played, not using any words.

Then with a wave they went away
as softly as they came.
And now my walks inside these woods,
will never be the same!