Sometimes as we wander,
When early morning breaks,
We see evidence of fairies
On the trail that's by the lake.

Fairies live in forest haunts
But they are in disguise.
'Tis only dogs can see their forms
Concealed from human eyes.

And, as I heedless walk along,
In the faires wake,
They watch us as we wander
On the trail that's by the lake.

A fanciful piece of twisted grass,
A flower oddly placed,
A bit of sudden beauty there
Upon the treebark traced.

These are all the little signs
Of fairies in our midst,
If only we would look around
We'd know that they exist.

By Charlene Dunlap