Fairies- and my mom

     My mom loved this poem as a little girl. She searched high and low to find it again.
It is written in a little book called, "Fairies and Chimneys" by Rose Fyleman. It was copyrighted in 1920.
     So this is for my mom.

                                        Fairies

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardener's shed and you just keep straight ahead-
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
there's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles,
And a little stream that quietly runs through;
You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking there-
     Well, they do.


There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
They often have a dance on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze,
And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights.


Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams 
And pick a little star to make a fan,
And dance away up there in the middle of the air?
        Well, they can.



There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
You cannot think how beautiful they are;
They all stand up and sing when the Fairy Queen
and King
Come gently floating down upon their car.
The King is very proud and very handsome;
The Queen-now can you guess who that could be
(She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals away)?
       Well-it's ME!


-Rose Fyleman
I wonder who Ms. Fyleman was. I wonder if she had children. Well, Maybe I'll look someday. Until then, Mom, I hope you enjoy your poem.