I know there are fairies. . . . .

This young lady offered to be my tour guide at one of the Garden Walk homes. Here she had to pause to play at the Fairy Garden. I had a psychic reader tell me that I used to be a fairy......hmm, now you know why I don't do many readings. He also told me my home in Aurora would be sold by June....Maybe he was just a poor psychic. So, on to my next "fairy" encounter for today. I was listing a 1926 Youth Companion Magazine on my Artfire site, when I came across this poem:

I Know There Are Fairies

by Clinton Scollard

I know there are fairies, because I have seen of them

One who assurredly must be the queen of them!

Down in the garden, not far from the end of it,

Just where the curving path makes a broad bend of it,

As the gold prow of the shalloplike moon came up,

And the sweet voice of the woodthrush in tune came up,

There sat a creature in satin robes shimmery,

Hair like the daffodil glinting and glimmery,

Foxgloves and larkspurs and lilybells bowed to her;

Roses bent low in a radiant crowd to her;

Pansies turned faces upon her beguilingly;

Merry young marigolds greeted her smilingly;

Under the clouds dipped the moon for a minute then;

When it shone clearly the seat had naught in it then;

There were the flowers, each in everyday attitude;

She-----she had flown to some far-away latitude.

Yes, there are fairies, because I have seen of them

One whom I know was the beautiful queen of them!