As a child, I loved poetry. This month's poetry is for a new generation of readers. Children just love the use of rhyme in a poem. I wrote this quaint little poem for my daughters, and they always ask me to recite it to them. It is close to my heart. So for my daughters, especially Ellen Brooke, this poem is cheerfully dedicated.
~ Love, Mom
Barry the Elf
By Laurie Epps
Barry the fairy
Was really an elf
Although he was merry
He remained true to
himself
Barry hated the
garden
He far preferred the
wood
As high as a mushroom
Was the height that
he stood
The trees were his
sanctuary
A fine place to play
He’d rush though the
garden
On most any day
One day was different
He noticed the garden
to be bright and tidy
A beautiful fairy
flew by
And he said, “Hmmph,
she’s high and mighty!”
The fairy glanced
back demurely
But Barry
misunderstood
He feared she was
angry,
And retreated to the
wood
Barry once again
would play
With his friends of
the wood
Never absent from his
mind
Was the way the fairy
stood
She floated on the
air
It must be those
lovely wings
The dragonfly’s wings
were similar
But I doubt she can
sing!
“We elves are known
for our song.”
Can it really be?
That perhaps fairies
may sing too
And remain merry as
we?
Being different is ok
Barry decided one
fine day
If we can respect
each other
Then, all of us can
play!
So Barry got together
With all of his
friends
And they planned a
huge banquet
Inviting the fairies
to attend
~ written, April 26, 2006
Laurie Epps is a non-fiction author, essayist, editor, and poet living in Anderson, South Carolina. A seeker of beauty, her is dream is to travel the world one day and tell the many stories of those she meets. To read more of Laurie's stories visit her Tuesday column dedicated to writing at: http://thewriteconversation.blogspot.com
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