Treasure Island

Heather Burns


Somewhere In Fantasy Land Summon A Fairy


On a warm mid summer eve
plans I began to conceive

Sitting where soft wind blows
a stream of gentle water flows

Close to a large oak tree
where my spirit can be free

Thinking along these lines
Another place another time

Where little people live and
dwell
wishing all of them well

Began to think I believe,
in little people I believe

A small fairy soon appeared
coming from out of nowhere

It was all very clear
I simply asked, 'what's my
name dear

Bramble Goblinfilter is
your name
come play our fairy game.

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 11, 2014

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