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The
girl-child knew that this was their home
A great
tall beech tree spreading wide
A pointed
door shape near the ground
And
windows higher up
She’d
watched for signs they’d been about
Some
crushed grass, a disturbed twig
A secret
treasure they’d let fall
When
homeward bound
They’d
hurried before dawn
Green
coats and coloured caps
Red,
yellow, green and blue
She never
wished them to disturb
Or cause
to fret, no, never that
But
sometimes left a little gift
That would
she hoped please them.
These
fairy folk loved her well
Her dreamy
eyes, dark curling hair
They sang
of her in fairy song
And wished
for her in fairy rhyme
They
stayed content in the great beech tree
Wondrous
branches spreading wide
A pointed
door shape near the ground
And
windows higher up.
Copright
© 2002 Joan Fitzgerald
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