Tales from my Garden

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.