Sunday, August 15, 2010

Fairy woods where the wild bee wings


Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.

--Robert Louis Stevenson

5 comments:

Judy Williams said...

Fantabulous poem!!! It kind of sums it all up. I forget how much I love Robert Louis Stevenson!

Pasadena Adjacent said...

I do believe I could find a fairy in the orange canna

altadenahiker said...

I love RLS, and this picture.

Shanna said...

Wonderful!
Another perfect picture/poem combination.

Laurie said...

Thanks, everyone.