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