There are fairies at the bottom of our
garden.
They often have a dance on summer
nights.
Have you seen them there, do you
reckon?
There are fairies at the bottom of our
garden.
When you hear them, please beg their
pardon.
Wee folk hate to be seen by star light.
There are fairies at the bottom of our
garden.
They often have a dance on summer
nights.
I had so much fun writing the triolet for yesterday's post, I thought I'd try it again today. Have a good weekend. I hope you find time to write your own poem.
