At The End Of The Garden
(Please note: I have not given the exact location of this cottage, to protect the 'fairy folk' from unwanted intrusion)
Drive past the Garage,
On the left,
Next to the Church,
It's closed down now,
But there's a rusty petrol pump.
Take the turning,
On the right,
Beside the village pond,
You'll find the cottage,
At the end of the lane,
behind the Saxon Cross.
It's an old house,
Built in 1595,
With roses round the door,
A crooked chimney,
Leaded lights,
An apple orchard at the side.
It's very pretty but overgrown,
With delphiniums,
Poppies,
And an ivy covered well.
At the bottom,
Of the garden,
If you're careful,
And you believe.
Where the wild flowers grow,
Beside the stream,
If you're lucky,
You might see.
Something magical,
Fairies,
Brownies,
Pixies,
Goblins,
Gnomes,
Dancing amongst the trees.
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