A LITTLE PIECE OF PARADISE A little piece of paradise Was mine for just a while; I recognized the spirits there And they made me smile. They dwelt inside the olive trees; They frolicked in the pond— They leapt along the worn brick paths, At dusk I heard their song, As crickets chirped they filled the night With charming sprightly airs, With rush of leaves up in the trees, They danced with pixie flairs. We built them fairy houses, Hung wind chimes in the boughs; We made a secret garden, For them to while their hours. In return, they blessed the fruit That blossomed on the trees, And never was a place so loved As it was by all of these. The house was haunted, this I know, By former human-dwellers, By friendly ghosts who graced the rooms And cast enchanting spells. I’ve sheltered warm and safe beneath The wings of fairy powers, But now I’ve found my lease is lost; I’m counting down the hours. I’d take them with me, if I could But earth has locked them fast; I sense the doom that lurks beyond And know they’d never last. But for now, oh magic sprites, Cast on me your fairy dust, But do not look at me that way Or ask what comes of us. –Sandra Lee Smith, October, 2008


The fairies lived and played

in the secret garden,

and along with elves and gnomes,

they were free to explore

the trees and plants and shrubs,

and if they wished, to swim and

bathe in the pond.

They frolicked amongst

the twinkling lights and

star-lit fairy houses

that we built for them.

I couldn’t see them but

I knew they could see me

and they knew how much

they were loved and cherished.

Did they understand my departure?

Did they know how much I cared

and how reluctant I was to go?

perhaps in my next life,

I will join the fairy  colony

and I can explain.

Did they come with me?

I don’t know.

I can only continue with a

leap of faith that

even fairies


and gnomes

will like a desert climate.


Sandra Lee Smith

June 28 , 2009/updated June 19 , 2018