Carol McCann Poems

I’ll tell you a tale, of the day that I was born
When mother pulled an apple tree out of our back lawn.
Then she sat down and ate it, not just the ripened fruit,
But the trunk, and the leaves, and the branches and the roots.
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There are fairies at the bottom of my garden,
And they flit a bit and sit amongst the trees.
But I take it quite contrary,
When a scary airy fairy,
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