A Garden

• Brianna Kennedy, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

I know a garden near,
That everyone fears,
I don’t know why,
Because it’s good as gold,
But it is very sly.

All the branches move,
As I touch,
All the flowers grow,
As I feel.

It’s as quite as a mouse,
In a old wooden house,
The trees, the roses, the daffodils and all,
In this garden, plants grow tall,
But they have to be careful or else they’ll fall!