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| 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.
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