THE FAIRY GLEE

 

Distant Mountain Faeroes 
Candy mountain, shores
Swimming down the fairy glen,
they daren'tgo fishing, no more
For scared of little
Wee folks and little trolls you see
Come back efferently

Down the sea sandy clammy shores
fairies make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of apple sliced cinnamon skies foam;
some in 
waters, withered edged delights 
Some with bubble gum chased skies
With whip cream pies and bananas sliced high
Ice cream choclate cream sees the taste
Never to fairys day

 The Mountains with legged dogs sitting with fashion frogs,
sitting all night awake, waiting for the sight 
Of the fairy glens castle dreams 
Reality sets the screen
The tree opens wide, atlas the Faeroes tucked inside
Sleepy town rolls up the red carpet at dawn, the morning comes sleepily alone
Take heed beware the tree is bare, one sight to see
The fairy glee

--Deborah Shepard (2003)