Photograph Poem: FairyLand

❤FairyLand❤

One will see Neverland over the horizon! Remember to be watchful and very wary of Pirates, Indians, and Crocodiles!

Behind the blue-violet

turf! What must it be? What

exists beyond the tall turquoise 

spheres? Why, wee little

fairies! Who hop, pop, and

romp ‘round the

ordinary observer who

only beholds his garden-variety

world. No

imagination! Only

rationalization! Developed,

Ripe! Mature with

Age! But----

to the Believer, to the

Dreamer, the one who

will imagine, create his own

air castles, he who

perceives the magical realm, the

enchanting Land of 

Fairies! Oh! Oh

Yes! The kingdom of 

sparkling sprites, perky pixies, and 

intriguing imps! The domain of 

beings that shun malice and 

gloom! Who exist to be

happy!

To make little

happies here, there, and every

little where! upon this 

apple orchard! on this

elephant ear! on this

blooming daffodil! these 

lovely beings love

bestowing gifts of 

merriment! mirth! nonsense! and 

cheer! To every tiny tot, to

 every Believer this 

daydream, this figment of 

fantasy, Exists---

The Daydreamer observes

the chubby, the 

lanky, the ebony, the

ivory beings who 

mix colors and create a

chirpy coexistence! He 

who looks to his 

right, gawks at the

golden glittered wings sprouting of

sunshine, which 

seep through the

dreary day, the 

Dark Reality! 

Queen Fairy flies

upon her 

domestic dove, overseeing

her minions! She

chirps to “Play a 

prank on Peter! Warble a

lovely lullaby to 

Lucy! And remember that

nine hundred ninety-three 

new Nymphs will 

arrive today! Give

thanks to the 

Babyborn Giggles!”

The whimsical Beholder 

senses the 

frolicking fairies, sparkling in 

the Sun’s shine, hiding upon

hearing pitter patters, 

footsteps! remaining 

unnoticed by 

the Commoner, the 

Grown-up. Hidden 

among the hills, along 

the Childlike, the 

Pure 

terrain!

FairyLand:

where the

honeycream glow 

glimmers, where

happiness lies in 

the Imagination!

Bear in mind! Consider

that to exist in a

dreamlike Utopia, one

only needs to

Believe, to

Dream, to 

Imagine---

And you, too 

might

witness, might

envision the 

Land of the 

Fairies. 

For the

Dreamers, the 

Conjures of 

faraway 

Castles, Lands, and

magical Spheres, recollect

the Queen’s Directions:

Two steps past 

the sapphirelavender

grass, three

hops on

the right, one 

leap to 

the 

left! Gather the

Pixie Dust under 

the Garden Gnome! 

Think

Happy Thoughts and

Believe!

This poem was based upon a picture I took at the Chihuly exhibit in Nashville, Tennessee. 

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