Onion Tears Poetry by Elyse
Miss Lily’s Garden
I opened the gate and walked on the grass,
I finally found my sanctuary at last,
Miss Lily’s garden is full of fun,
I can play with Samson till the day is done.
There stands a plum tree as big as can be,
I’d like to climb it, so that I can see
the land that I came from my mum and dad,
The place that I once knew, the place that I had.
A palm tree is there that swings in the breeze,
A ghost is not there, not one that can see,
The flowers and ferns that remind me of home,
A place where Miss Lily and I can roam.