Wednesday, January 12, 2011


A Passageway to Mystery


Just a hole in a tree,
Why, what else could it be?


A handy spot in which to hide.
A refuge from the snow outside.

I crouch down, surprised to see,
There’s plenty of room for me.

Once inside I look around.
It’s cozy here, underground.

On the floor lies a golden key
And a passageway to mystery.

Surrounded by the warm brown wood,
I feel much braver than I should.

I hear someone call my name.
Should I head back, or remain?

I take the key and down I go.
Where this leads, I’ve got to know.

Whatever happened to Rosemary?
I saw her last by the hole in the tree.

2 comments:

Thank you so much for your kind words :)

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