The gnarled tree
holds the history and tells the story
of the woods.
Trojan warrior of the flower pot
with shield leaves and blossom helmet.
Slayer of slugs, pepper is your arsenal.
Heads held high
they search the meadow for true love.
William Sweet William where can you be?
Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.