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