Fairy Bridge (an original poem)

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.