At the Bottom of the Garden
by Ona J. Bass
Fairies were at the bottom
Of my grandmother’s garden,
Just as the books say.
They hid in the apple trees
And danced where the grass
Had been mown for hay.
They feasted on Blackberries
And on the grapes in the arbor.
They slept in the silk
In the ripening ears of corn.
They used the corn tassels
To make each other sneeze.
In the gloaming,
They sang with the Whip-poor-will
And rode the owls through the trees.
So it was, in my grandmother’s garden
When the world was young
And all things lived as they pleased.
