Mushrooms

Mushrooms poem by Iris Carden

Wild mushrooms will appear
in the damp earth after rain.
They might be gone for ages,
when it's rained they're back again.

If you step on a mushroom 
you may hear a satisfying pop,
might see fungal explosion,
and see no reason to stop.

Don't step on that mushroom
that grew up in your lawn.
It could just be a fungus
it could be someone's home.

You're too old for magic
so now  you might not see
that mushroom could be a house
for pixies or queen fairy.

Now you may laugh and say
that it's just preposterous.
Remember you were a child
who trusted this truth once.

When it's rained and mushrooms 
grow wild from the damp ground
recall the child you used to be,
and keep magic around.

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