Wall (one of my first childhood poems)

What is behind that wall?

I've always wondered what

There could be anything

A very mysterious spot

It could be a fantasy land

It could be a dream come true

Someone's got to live there

Oh how I wonder who

There's nothing behind that wall

Just another wall

Now what's behind THAT wall?

There could be anything at all...

                                                                

© Rebecca Rennie 1978 

    Grandma's place in Whale Beach

Liz (one of my first childhood poems)

Liz, a little lizard

So innocent and frail

Was found upon the footpath

Without his little tail

We do not know what happened

Or how died Liz so brave but

We had little funeral and

Dug a little grave

So now she lies in slumber

As people often say

To go to where she should go

In her own and special way

© 1974 Rennie

     At Grandma's place in Whale Beach