The boundaries which lie between
the worlds of fact and fantasy.
Remain in place although unseen
by unbelievers easily.
All children know they can pass through
to roam at will in fairyland.
Something which adults cannot do.
Because the children understand
the rules which keep the adults out.
Do not apply to them at all,
that they’re welcome they have no doubt.
To answer when the fairies call.
Come one come all, it’s time to play
today’s a fairy holiday.
14-May-08
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Nice poem Ivor! I think i'm due for one of these play days? Great read! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I'd join in if I could, even at my age! Lovely write. Fantasy land's for me! ! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX