|There? Should I be there?|
I’D LOVE TO BE A FAIRY’S CHILD
BY Robert Graves
Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart’s desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they’re seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild—
I’d love to be a Fairy’s child.
It is the end of summer and school will start again. Somehow the start of a new school year makes me feel like I should be somewhere else, doing something else. Something is not quite right--like I don't belong here. I must be a fairy child.