Author: Cathy Lichty
In the woods beside my house
There is a fairy bridge.
It covers just a little path
That runs along the ridge.
It arches across a sometimes stream
Which flows just now and then,
To take the hillside water
And irrigate the glen.
When clouds are full to bursting
And let their droplets flow,
The stream fills up with water
To tumble down below.
It’s when the bridge is glistening
With droplets or with dew
Then fairies travel cross it
In groups of just a few.
I know their wings are useful
Most certain they could fly,
But sometimes even fairies
Like to give the bridge a try.