Every once in a while I decide to use my very limited writing ability to share stories that don't involve drinking, family drama or neurosis of any kind...(it happens, I swear!). Here is one poem, childrens' story I wrote a while back for your reading pleasure. Enjoy.
From the top of the rooftops
To the small blades of grass
The fairies all sighed and
Said “Darkness at last”.
They went right to work
With their brushes and wands
And got very busy
In the fields, yards and ponds.
I’ll paint this pink”
Giggled Dottie with glee.
While Alvin yelled happily
“It will be green for me!”
“What shall we do with this one?”
Asked Susie with a frown?
“I think,” said Bug, “it shall be
Yellow & red with a trunk of brown.”
“We like that idea”
Said the fairies as one
And worked even harder to
Beat the slow rising sun.
“We better get painting”
Said the head fairy boss
As he touched up one last flower
With a small dab of gloss.
And just as the sun peaked
Over the hill
The fairies all huddled against
The early morning chill.
“Did we finish them all?”
“Are the colors just right?”
“Let’s take a quick look
At our work of last night.”
From the fields of green grass
To the mountains of gold
The fairies all watched
The beauty of Spring unfold.
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