This poem is what I believed as a child. I had a small garden but I used to love it. I especially loved a conifer that had been planted not long after I was born. We grew together. Once I found a circle of little stones underneath. I was sure fairies had been to visit. I used to check regularly.
At the far end of my garden
There is a little tree
It's really not that very big
Just a little more than me
But underneath this little tree
I saw a magic thing
With tiny stones placed all around
There was a Fairy Ring!
This must be the special place
Where all the Fairies meet
Inside the ring, beneath the tree
They dance with Fairy feet!
To Fairy voice and Fairy flute
They dance the whole night long
And when the sun begins to rise
There ends their Fairy song
Every day right after school
I hurry down to see
If any of those Fairies
Have left a gift for me
I've already left them special things
That I thought might be a treat
Of sticky sweets and Fairy cakes
And things they like to eat
But it always seems to be the same
No special gift for me
But the strange thing that I've noticed
My plates are all empty!
by Colleen Laybourne- Smith