My childhood place

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I was asked to write a poem about a childhood place for my creative writing portfolio. When i was younger we had a had a garden with 6 massive fur trees at th back, and i used to climb in behind them and play xx

Submitted: November 26, 2009

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Submitted: November 26, 2009



My Mummy doesn't know,

Whats in the garden where the fur trees grow.

She's never seen the three blind mice,

or met a snow queen as cold as ice.

She's never seen a carpet fly,

or towers and turretts that are miles high.

She's never seen a witches lair,

Or a princess with long golden hair.

She's never been under the deep blue sea,

or met the queen and had her tea.

She's never followed the yellow brick road

Or kissed a spotty prince like toad.

She's never been in a flying car,

Or wished upon a wishing star.

There's a while world she never sees

As mummy never ventures behind the trees

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