Fairy Tale Life A.16 September 2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

When I was small, life was a fairy tale,
I read a lot, and when I did not, played
make-believe games, changing into
all kinds of beings

When the neglected garden resembled
a prairie, I became Tarzan, creeping from
tree to tree through the dry grass, stalked
by strange enemies

The front path became a fairy way circling
a fountain, I made a magic wand, then
became a twirling fairy wearing
shiny sandals in silver

I loved the fairy tale that was my life, the
magic of reading and games stronger
than problems and pains….