THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

  Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,

  From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said 

  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 

  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 


3 thoughts on “THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s