
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 118
Memories of the Path
Down the path to the river we go
along the trail the fairies know
to visit playful sprites and gnomes
in muddy banks I’ll sink my toes
where the sweet Fae Princess laughs
in splashing waters burbling past
we bow as one when her highness sings
of ancient days of wars and kings
as the chilling water prickles my toes
I hear Daddy’s call “it’s time to go”
Til next time ~stay wild moon child ~JP