by Bob retired
You find amazing things when you know where to look
| A big bush fire raged for weeks and I felt the heartbreak of friends who lived out there. After the fire was over I went out again. The house survived the fire because a garden sprinkler had been placed on its roof. Until the water tank went dry the house had some protection. Other buildings were not so lucky. I was at the house, just talking of mundane things when I was asked if I'd like to see the magic garden. Somehow this small parcel of dirt escaped, virtually untouched.
A Magic Garden
Hiding from all prying eyes
just across from Michael’s gate,
is a shy and lovely, tiny gorge,
living in its natural state.
You would drive past a hundred times
and not know it was there.
It’s doing what comes naturally,
without a single care.
A place of wonder, fairies, elves,
who knows what is not in sight,
there may even be a leprechaun,
or a dancing water sprite.
In the mornings before sunrise
who knows what may be seen,
some children know the answers,
with imaginations, oh so keen.
Is this a mystic world as
playing kids might say,
or simply dreamy thinking
from one whose hair is grey?