Trouble in the Swing

As I sit here in the proch swing
awaiting the arrival of friends,
and Em practicing in the Conservatory,
my thoughts wander a bit ...
to write this just now.

FAERIE DEW

I asked questions of my parents,
'bout myst'ries large and small,
and was told in scarce helpful terms,
"Learn then of the Faerie Dew."

I teased found friends with puzzles,
in mirth and questing jest,
and was pushed away in mild fear,
"Go searching the Faerie Dew."

I tossed conundrums at teachers,
of the wisdom they had claimed,
and found they rarely 'walked the talk',
knowing not the Faerie Dew.

Then I embraced each lonely stranger,
in simple open hand and heart,
and claimed the awesome secret there,
that I must 'faire ye do'.