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The Fairy House
“A space to play,” they asked,
“That’s all we small ones seek:
A wall against the wind
And a winding path that leads to me.”
And so we set about to build the home
That the Fey had asked for sweetly.
We found leaves and branches, root and stem,
And set them down carefully, neatly.
We arranged it all as best we could,
The autumn colors pleased our eye.
A picket fence, a smoothed out trail,
And a walnut table fit their size.
“The roof is high,” they shouted loud,
“And the mossy threshold keeps it clean.
You’ve made a lovely home for us against the hail,
It’s the loveliest abode we’ve ever seen!”
So they moved in, our Good Neighbors,
And we know they live their still.
But the space is theirs and theirs alone,
In the forest, beneath the hill.
Our neighbors good, though others may joke:
Remember our connection, you Good Folk.
[image description: a child-built fairy house, by Rev. Michael J Dangler]
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