Tiny squealing, angry voices I heard,
Came from my new neighbor’s yard just next door,
Ran over to see if what I had feared,
Were the neighborhood faeries in uproar.
In the midst of her quite old flower bed
Stood my neighbor in a frozen, stunned hold,
Faeries were buzzing all around her head,
I had never seen these faeries so bold.
I don’t understand, she said, what they say.
I listened carefully to find out why
They were so upset on this lovely sunny day.
Faerie cottages crushed I heard them cry.
I felt their fear, oh dear, oh this is so sad,
Sure she did not mean to, she is new here.
We will build a new abode like you had,
We must gather supplies, so stay right here.
Please do guide my friend out of the garden
I will be back with a useful item,
Some clay to shape and fire to harden
Into some cottages, you will like them.
In my wagon I gathered so many things,
Clay we needed, several garden tools
Tiny baskets, buttons all sizes, strings
To glue and tie tables and many stools.
We worked hard all the day long having fun,
Pegs glued in button holes made tables, chairs,
As cottages were drying in the sun,
We wove rugs from grass, glued domino stairs.
Baskets became beds with blankets so soft
Made from fabric scraps of bright calico,
Cotton ball pillows, for all beds aloft
So much like old comforts from long ago.
Cottages dried, we painted them brightly
Then put them inside my kiln which was fired,
Sturdy cottages to shelter nightly,
So beautiful, but oh we were tired.
Before nightfall the village was restored,
We had a big party with the faeries,
Oh so much fun that no one could be bored,
We had some peach tea, sweet cakes and berries.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns