LOST

 WHERE DID ALL THE FAIRIES GO?  For a child's heart is the only one that matters; to be left untold is the injustice of my beginnings . A promise never fulfilled means nothing by chance. As the streets filled with people, the town grew from the steeple, with all the Ducks of Ireland , and all the Pieces of Wales , and, of course, the great Buffin Grandfather of England . "Oh, me, oh my," said the townspeople, "I don't want to seem intrusive, but all the fairies have gone ." A little girl cried, "I tried to chase them. I've lost all my friends. What tale has broken?" What stands beneath the heart of an open sparrow? The days seem so long. I need this spell broken; the fairies had gone, they seemed so intrusive. Now, in mornings past the sunrise, the air in the clouds is no longer conclusive; all the colours in the rainbow and dreams at night's end are now no longer inclusive. The town gathered round the church by the hill, hoping to see th...