Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!

“Peacocks sweep the fairies’ rooms; They use their folded tails for brooms; But fairy dust is brighter far Than any mortal colours are; And all about their tails it clings In strange designs of rounds and rings; And that’s why they strut about And proudly spread their feathers out“ ~Rose Fyleman Isn’t that a lovelyContinue reading “Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!”