Another from the little book I put together called Aunt Kitty’s Storybook.
Truth In the Fog
Sit down, my child, and I shall relate to you
These facts, and everything is quite true.
Iβll tell you the truth, as I have to folks before,
And you shall know whatβs real forever more.
You may think that fairies live only in Eire,
For, of course, that is where they were born, sweet Eire,
But they are all over, I tell you no lies,
There are fairies around, disguised as fireflies.
Early in the morning, youβll see a fog,
And close to the ground, if you are lucky youβll see,
Not only close to the ground, but all around you and me,
Thatβs where you know fairies partied all night!
The more the fog, the more festive the party,
If you look closely enough, you just may be lucky
To see one still lingering, if itβs early enough.
I know Iβve seen one once or twice.
Itβs true, too, when summer rolls βround,
In the darkest parts where trees abound,
Youβll see fireflies, yet look again,
It may be a fairy. Look, if you can!
Come, my child, come with me,
Where worries are myth and minds are free,
I tell you the truth in all I say,
Watch for the magical, countless Fae!
Too many to name, they are still alive,
Theyβre not died out, oh, still they thrive!
Thereβs proof in the fog, thereβs proof, thereβs proof!
Now, I say, to bed, you goof!
Wonderful! π I love the imagery and atmosphere of this poem. It makes me think back to when I was a boy and would be outside at night in the silence and mystery of the darkness. It has that feel about it, hard for me to put into words…
And I especially the lines “Come, my child, come with me,
Where worries are myth and minds are free”
βvery poignant
Thanks! I’m glad that the message came across. I know exactly what you mean. That’s what I was thinking when it was written!