The Fairy Tale Forest Poem by Jim Yerman

She loved when he read her fairy tales…she'd sit upon his knees
and be amazed how so many fairy tales took place among the trees.

Fairy tales…alive with woes and heartaches…
with battles, and wishes granted,
with damsels in distress…
where every forest seemed enchanted.

And when they walked into the woods…she always felt it there
perhaps inspired by the fairy tales…something magic in the air.

She'd point them out when she spotted them
"Dad! Look another tree…
just like the ones in the fairy tales you always read to me".

"Look how tall they are", she smiled…"how they reach up to the sky
I wonder how many adventures they've seen…with their fairy tale eyes".

For her birthday that year…she was given the best gift she would ever see
when she delicately unwrapped…a tray of tiny trees.

"It's to start your own enchanted forest", Dad said as he got down on one knee,
"where you can make up your very own stories among your very own fairy tale trees".

Later…In her back yard as she looked down at the tray of trees just planted
"Dad", she asked, "how long do you think before this forest becomes enchanted"?

Dad put his arm around his daughter and took her hand in his….
"Just like you on the day you were born", he smiled,
"your forest…already is".