In My Garden

by Kenneth W. Lock Copyright 2006

In my garden is a world you cannot see

It opens up exclusively just for me.

I can click my heels and travel back in time,

Far away to this magical land of mine;

Because Oz is a there,

Not a what or a where.

Sometimes I run with Robin Hood on the lam,

Being chased by the Sheriff of Nottingham.

And I warn young Hansel and Gretel ,

As they stand next to a hot kettle,

Of a dastardly pitch,

Made by a evil witch.

I can ride around in a royal carriage,

Become the Queen of England through marriage,

Lead my country through famine and feast,

Protecting people from war and beast;

And dispelling bandits' schemes

By employing queenly means.

This is my garden,

a garden of hope.

This is my garden,

a garden of joy.

This is my garden,

a garden of love.

This is my garden,

a garden of dreams.

My garden is a door to another world,

Festooned with banners and flags unfurled;

With witches, queens and lions who talk,

Squeaking tinmen and scarecrows that walk.

Take a trip to Oz with me,
And be who you want to be.