In Search of Faeries
a free verse poem of whimsy

In Search of Faeries has become a signature poem for me.
This poem is about my reconnecting with this magical place from my childhood — but also preserving the memory of a place that is no more. I wrote this poem shortly after hearing of the sale of the property. It is now a water-sports kind of business based on the lake where I learned to swim. My memories of the camp are as much a part of me as my memories of my family. I was heartbroken when the camp closed and was sold. This poem was from that deep longing to see the faeries of Camp Occoneechee.
Mentioned in the poem: Merry Mill — A cabin located at the former Girl Scout Camp Occoneechee, in the mountains of North Carolina, where I had the joy of spending time camping at throughout my childhood.
Terebithia /Faeries— There was a path down from Merry Mill into the woods. The low lying forest was covered in ferns and very magical. The counselors would take us down the short hike where we’d camp out in the woods, make dinner over the campfire, and listen to their stories of the faeries that lived there.

In Search of Faeries
Merry Mill rises higher on the hill, disappears behind a curtain of green. Woody arms and fingers inter-lace curling pointy welcomes, drawing us in.
Terabithia awaits. Fireflies light the way down the fern-kissed path where tagless, costless dreams hang on secret trees. The fruits wrinkle your tongue if you eat them before the faeries come.
I know they are hiding beneath the mushrooms, tall and wide, lush sacred umbrellas. This time we will see them.
Come with me.
Christina Ward 🌼 is a poet and writer from rural North Carolina.




