The Song of the Wayfaring Tree Fairy
My shoots are tipped with buds as dusty-grey
As ancient pilgrims toiling on their way.
Like Thursday's child with far to go, I stand,
All ready for the road to Fairyland;
With hood, and bag, and shoes, my name to suit,
And in my hand my gorgeous-tinted fruit.
~Cicely Mary Barker~
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