If I were little as a bee,
I’d let him fly away with me--
If he were willing.
I’d sit right on his back, and I
Would say”Get up,” and off we’d fly:
It would be thrilling!
I’d steer him up above the trees,
And race with every little breeze,
And beat them quickly.
I’d dip, and toss, and rise, and fall
Where vines, and flowers, near the wall,
Grew tall and thickly.
I’d chase the thoughtless butterfly
As he drank dew; then hurry by
As lightening passes.
And, when I though it right and best, I’d give my bumblebee a rest
On rocking grasses.
I’d find where fairy people live, And when I found them, I would give
Them cordial greetings.
I’d tell the fairies all I knew,
And they would tell me secrets, too,
At secret meetings.
I think it might be just as well
If you would promise not to tell
What I have told you;
For bumblebees and fairy folk
Are sad if talked of as a joke;
Besides, they’d scold you.
But, if you want to, you may try
To be as small and light as I,
And go a-flying.
At first, perhaps, you cannot see
The way to ride a bumblebee;
But keep on trying.
by Jane Tate
I found this picture and poem framed in an antique shop years ago. I can’t find out information about Jane Tate, and I don’t know if she did the illustration. Anyone have any information about this, I would love to know! You see, I do believe I see little fairies riding bumblebees around Comfrey Cottages kitchen occasionally, if I don’t close the door quick enough when I come in! Forgive the blur to the picture, but they are certainly fast!
I do believe in Fairies, do you?
Big hugs to all who visit Comfrey Cottages xx
