maria goodison (06,10,1983 / perth scotland)
The Bottom Of The Garden
Down the bottom of the garden
where the children hide and play.
Secrets are kept and all that see them,
shield them with their souls.
The feet go quiet and bums go on seats.
Minds unwind, ready to see
the magic of the fairy's
and their woodland kin.
As fairy's fly and pixies dance
the flower come alive.
Down at the bottom of the garden
where only children are allowed,
is a safe and happy place
where no harm will ever come.
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