Happy Thursday! It's the day of the week when Angel Sammy is our poetic host of the Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge.
I really like this image. I've seen planters decorated in this manner, and I've heard about these increasingly popular fairy gardens, as I often hear them called. Though I'm far from a gardener, I've always thought it would be cute and quaint to have plants, preferably durable and self-sustaining plants, setup in a fairy garden similar to the one above. Anyway, long story short, I went with this general idea for my poem. If you'd like to read the silly little rhyme, here it is:
Tilly visited her grandmother's house every summer.
It was a quaint little home, far from a bummer.
Tilly especially loved her grandma's beautiful garden,
Filled with pots and plants in every nook, cranny, and margin.
The garden was bright and grand in the big back yard.
In it, Tilly loved playing with her grandma's cat and dog, Bert and Bart.
When Tilly arrived that particular summer, though,
Things were not all that normal, no.
The garden was still filled to the brim with colors and life,
But Bert and Bart's behavior caused a bit of strife.
"Why won't you two play with me?" Tilly asked the furry duo.
The cat and dog ignored her as they ran from rose bushes to purple junos.
Sighing, Tilly sat down and picked at the grass.
Without her furry friends keeping her company, she was a lonely lass.
Bert and Bart meowed, barked, dashed, and danced.
Toward them, her eyes could not help but glance.
Beside the stone walkway, Tilly's grandma had added some pots.
They were filled with the strangest little plants Tilly ever saw.
Amongst the peculiar display of plants in each pot also rested a tiny little house.
It was in front of these pots that Bert and Bart did now mew, woof, and shout.
Tilly stood, stomped a foot, and said, "Enough is enough."
As she approached, Bart wagged his tail, smiled, and chuffed.
Bert rubbed the girl's legs and gave her the sweetest of meows.
The cat and dog wiggled and wagged as Tilly glanced at odd plants and a tiny house.
What on earth has this cat and this dog's attention? Tilly wondered.
She examined pointy plants in all shades of green colors.
The tiny house nestled amongst the greenery was admittedly cute and quaint,
And it was also—whoa! what was that? wait!
Tilly jumped back, startled and confused.
Bert and Bart hopped and pawed at Tilly's legs, excited and amused.
Had a light just glowed in that tiny house? Tilly thought.
Was that movement in its tiny little window, or was it not?
Bart stepped forward and tapped his wet nose against the miniature home.
Soon after, Tilly came to learn that she and her furry friends were not alone.
A little orb of golden light emerged from the tiny home's window,
And then one also emerged from the tiny door, warm and aglow.
The little lights dimmed just enough for Tilly to see something behind their veil.
What she saw was something she thought only existed in books and their tales.
Tilly's mind asked, Was that a tiny little woman?
And were those wings, or is my mind working in a way that it shouldn't?
The little lights twinkled and twirled as they dashed through the air.
They landed on Bart's smiling snout and they ruffled purring Bert's hair.
"Am I seeing fairies?" Tilly, eyes wide, this time loudly asked herself.
One of the little lights landed on her shoulder and said, "Well, we're certainly not elves."
***Now, how about we express some gratitude for Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop?