Fernsday

A shady slope, a woodland dell
Next babbling brook would suit you well,
By ditch or bank, midst rambling rose
Fronds unfurl as she twines and grows.
 Her tones of light and emerald green
 What finer symmetry be seen?
 Delicate fingers reaching high
 Stretching upward to the sky.
 And what of the secretive Faerie Glen -
 Hidden from the prying eyes of men
 By a canopy of finest lace
 The Fern in her most perfect place.

Gemma Sebright
Class 2. Wattlebury Primary School