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

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

Submitted: November 27, 2009

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Sorry spelling mistake on the last line- its whole world!

Fri, November 27th, 2009 2:26am

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