A Child’s Poem: A Fairy in a Jar

by Margery Stockseth

I walk the fields, I walk the woods,

My boots have traveled far.

I cannot rest till I bring home

A fairy in a jar.

I’ve learned to move without a sound;

I’ve learned to watch and wait.

I’ve seen them in the purple wood

Beyond the garden gate.

When the moon, like a pale blue circle,

Slides into the sky,

The fairies all begin to dance

In the darkening woods nearby.

The trees are black and lavender,

The flowers ghostly white,

The fairy’s fluttering, flittering wings

Shine silver in the night.

I’ve watched them, and I’ve heard them sing

Underneath the moon.

I’ve reached and nearly touched them,

But they flit away too soon.

I walk the fields, I walk the woods,

My boots have traveled far.

I cannot rest till I bring home

A fairy in a jar.

Photo by Richard Rose