Fairyland

summer always meant stories of wee folk living in kudzu houses

Along the roadside and over the trees
Fairies peek out at me
Smiling faces and twinkling eyes
Dance in shadows green

Whispered voices
Rustle in the warm breeze
Near and far leaves sway
Bending under fairy weight

Little bird twitters
From deep within forest so green
Calling true calling you
Into the depths of green

Moms voice lulls to a whisper
Pointing to fairy's unseen
Summer sun whispers
To smiling faced tricksters

Bringing smiles from memory
Housed within kudzu vines
Wee folk mysterious
Tales of summer done

Author's Note

My mom was a school teacher. In the summers she was home gardening and telling stories. Some of our favorites were of the fairies that lived in to the Kudzu overgrowth along the fences and trees. That stuff chokes out everything, but she could make the leaves come alive with little people. She still occasionally mentions them, but it's different when you are grown.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

My father, like your mother, was the story-teller and likely source of our own proclivity for the craft. I love your powers of observation and ability to see that which others may not. May there always be fairies hiding in the deep green places of the world.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Awe what a great escape from reality... your visuals really bring your memories to life.

[TTBoy28]

The life of a fairy...so lushful! I love the often mention green. Full of joy. I love this story.