I sat beneath the apple tree looking at the flowers and watching the bees. Before Poppi started school we would picnic here and read books. I would like to share an extract from a poem that we both like......If you were a fairy by Clare Bevan.
If you were a fairy, where would you fly? To woods were the unicorns wander and cry? To caves where the dragons lie sleepily curled? To waves were the mermaids are happily swirled?
To castles that grow from the glistening sands? To magical mountains? To looking- glass lands? To a city of clouds in the blue, summer sky?
If you were a fairy, where would you fly??
Tell me where would you fly?
I would fly with the bumble bees and spend the day visiting flowers :)