Fairy Glen Poem by David Harris

Fairy Glen



We frolic in the morning dew
you and me on a summer morn.
Two children who are reborn
again in a distant field,
we lean against a dandelion,
sit on a toadstool
watch our brothers and sisters
testing out their wings
as they play within the fairy glen.



8April 2011

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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