A POEM A DAY - ENCHANTED


The woods at this time of year are sprinkled with mushrooms and toadstools that remind me of the faerie rings of my childhood. I was brought up on faery tales, left tasty treats for the faeries in my garden and went to the field of faery tables for picnics. I have never stood in a ring so can not say if the music plays or if I would disappear into the otherworld. 




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