The Fairy Bog

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May 20, 2017

Estell Manor Park



 Out fly the fairies in the night,
and in their groups, away they troop
to make merry beneath the pale moonlight.
They zoom and zip past shrub and tree,
and through the fog, they spy a bog,
which they splash right into with utter glee.
And straightaway the games begin:
splishing, splashing, kicking, thrashing,
the fairies laugh and share many a grin.
They play around like wild otters,
but after a while, out they file,
leaving fairy dust clouding the water!



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  1. Sarah PenningtonMay 25, 2017 at 10:51 AM

    Lovely pictures and poem. Did you write that poem yourself?

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    1. KaterinaMay 31, 2017 at 10:51 PM

      Yes, the poem came out of my head! Thank you! <3

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