THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD


  Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,


  From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said 
  Goodbye.

  To fantasy from reality, In a place she fell,


  Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.


  If home Is where she wanted then a walk she 
  Would take,

  Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she 
  Would make.

  Along the way, three friends' she would meet,


  Searching for something, each one was unique.


  Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,


  Conquer and receive what It was they were told.


  Click your heels' together, one, two, three,


  There's no place like home, back there she would be.


                                       Keith Garrett