In our Ivy Towerunder the bower
of tree shade
wobbly wooden steps crumble
dissolve into earth
In our Ivy Tower
Barbara reads and reads and reads
while I wander
and the fairies laugh
for they catch her glance
they catch her eyes blinking
at my back
they see her shake her head
and her silly thoughts
They know her library
and how to turn the page
they know our sorrows too
and how to turn the page
In our Ivy Tower
Barbara reads and reads and reads
as the ivy grows and grows and grows...
poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 28
The Fairy Garden Poems # 28
