The Mushrooms - Poem by Connie Webb
The red mushrooms
With white spots
Appeared under the pine tree.
I was raised in the city
What do I know about mushrooms?
So in case they were poisonous
I got a shovel and tossed them into the trash
Hoping the fairies could forgive me
For taking away their shade.
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