Morning, on my lowly walk, <br />my presence grace the shore. <br />I count the fairy footsteps... <br />they number just as four. <br /> <br />As I leave, to my surprise, <br />I'm fraught with how or why.. <br />I turn my head, and lift my lids.. <br />A fairy I do Spy! <br /> <br />My head bows in sight of grace, <br />but when it falls back into place.. <br />what now? She sees me? I've seen that face... <br /> <br />She lifts her eyes from gentle search... <br />I watch her from my earthen perch, <br />In a twinkle, she fades, and goes... <br />fairy footprints? (smile) Who knows?<br /><br />Julie Rogers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairy-footprints/
