Ella Dear

When First we entered the garden lair,

The spectacle which met us there,

Greeted us with such concern as monsters and myths walked the turn.

There things of folktales lurked and shrank,

Into the shadows dark and dank. With trolls and fae and witches near,

My Ella and I entered in fear.

But we had heard the gardens tales,

of all the joy and wonder there.

For no such bliss could be found

Than the adventure of those garden grounds,

For Valleys hills and fjords abound

Where the songs of fae cheerfully sound

And so we ventured into gardens near,

But took great caution as we walked the clear.

Our eyes adjusted to the light and then I saw her dazzling bright

Her wide blue eyes open in joy

Like all her life shed sought this (place)

And while we stared at this great land

She stepped in close and took my hand.