From the garden gate it ran down across
the green pasture to the old dirt road,
where like a silent sentinel the mail
box stood with its black letters and code.
All along its way, wild flowers grew
each and everyday. Penrose bushes flourish
with their pinkish crowns. Little yellow
butterflies would flush and then settle back down.
Honey bees buzzed as they work through
the flowers and trees, and dragonflies
dart from a stand still to hyper speeds.
With my little wooden sword...
fiery dragons and Cyclops I fought
along this magical lane in the days
of my young kingdom's reign.
Memories of this beautiful path,
have stayed with me through out my childhood past.
I shall fondly remember its magical beauty forever last.