Fairy Feet

Nobody lives in the cottage now,

 But birds build under the thatch,

And a trailing rose half hides the door

 And twines itself round the latch.

Nobody walks upon the cobble path, 

 Where the grass peeps in between,

But fairy feet tread the cobblestones

 And keep them wonderfully clean.

Nobody knows that the raindrops bright

 Which fall on the grey old stones

Are the feet of fairies dancing for joy

 On the path that nobody owns.

-Phyllis L. Garlick

I just found this one today...really liked it.