Fairies In Burslem

Forever I will recall

A summer stroll in Stoke

In Blue Bell Wood beside the cut

Resided little folk

I caught a glimpse so briefly

Each one with wings of gold

Sat upon a buttercup

In sunshine bright and bold

Now many think it’s wishful

But I know that it’s true

Underneath the willow branch

Reveals a world of few

So pause and look around you

Let imagination bloom

Each and every fairy tale

May live next door to you

By Stephen Harvey

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