I Was Told If I Stand Here And Spin, A Secret Door Opens

Who hasn't read or seen the movie The Secret Garden? If you haven't I feel bad for you because your childhood must have been horrible! Heehee...maybe not, but every child in some way has dreamed of a secret place, a place only known to them, where they could go and feel no pain or simply play...as a kid I used to create these imaginary rituals which would allow my secret door to open and I remember havin' so much fun! I wish I could remember more details about those days, but the feelin' I have when I think about those times is still very strong and comforting.

The Secret Garden

I have a secret garden,

Where I can laugh and play.

I have a secret garden,

Often it's there I stay.

I have a secret garden,

No one else knows its location,

I have a secret garden,

That's gone through a transformation.

My secret garden used to be

An average unkempt garden,

It wasn't the place for me,

With all bonfire wood chard and,

No where I could sit,

Or admire the imaginary view.

I grew that garden,

I planted flowers every where

I made that garden,

With little gnomes here and there.

But as I grow old,

So does my secret place.

Flowers withered,

Weeds grow

Gone is the jackdaw,

Gone is the crow.

This was my secret garden,

I played here as I child,

But now as I stare

Over my secret garden,

I only hope one day,

Another child may put my garden,

To repair....

~ Bella