The Holt Fairy Doors Trail

Dear Tree You’re like a bee-full hive You are like a person saving our lives. You sound like nature knocking at my door Thank you for giving oxygen even in the moor You want to say to us: “Don’t cut us down We save your lives or there’ll bee gore!”

The Owl Fairies of Holt, by Ruthie Collins Light falls at dusk, like fairy dust Closely, closely near, they tread. In tangled houses, branchy beds. Wait, wait – what’s that, way up high? Above the Holt Road there they fly, sweeping stars, through the sky Magic, sparkling all around Owl fairies flying, from the Town