Grandma's' Garden

My idea of magick, written for Magic's poetry contest.

Magic is .....

Down in Grandma's garden
'pon Midsummers Eve,
there lies a world of wonder
but first, you MUST believe

Softly tread the winding path
beyond the willow trees,
past the towering hollyhocks
dancing on the breeze

Then follow crystal stepping stones
across a silver stream,
that shimmers 'neath the velvet light
of Midsummers' Eve moonbeam

And here you'll find before you
beside a wishing well,
a ring of purple mushrooms
where elves and faeries dwell

So if you yearn for Magick
and truly you believe,
just stroll down Grandma's garden
upon Midsummer's Eve