FOREST BROOK

Down in the forest,
past the bluebells sits a glade
Hidden from the outside world
Protected, dark in shade
A magic place where fairies live
Behind a silver veil
With a gate made out of spider silk
And guarded by a snail.
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It's hidden from the normal path
Behind large ferns and leaves
It is only seen by fairie folk
And those who do believe
The snail sits watching up the path
For hikers and their ilk
Prepared to send the warning out
by breaking through the silk.
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Believe and you will see it
Past the trees and in the shade
It will open up to serve you
In that small and magic glade
If you see the folk of fairie
And their wings of gossamer glass
Then you've met up with the old brown snail
And he chose to let you pass.
(Roger Turner)

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Subject	∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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