Emerald City Bound

Emerald City Bound

North of the Kansas plains,

long past Nebraskan corn fields…

lies an island of apples,

mystic and magical.

Lorded over by a Lady in Pink,

Who travels by bubble,

keeping souls out of trouble…

and teaching scarecrows to think!

Lifted up by 

Moonglow and Fairy dust,

she drifts over distant seas

to an edge beyond an edge,

where the land is quiet and hushed.

Here she takes to her throne,

in a room within a room,

guarded like a tomb…

she is never alone…or lonely.

If only those roads of yellow and brick

led to other pastures,

but with a Charlatan’s trick

there’d soon come disaster.

How could she help, a hopeless cause?

The odds were quite against her.

It was time to retreat, reflect and withdraw,

leaving their fate, to the man of straw.

So off she flew, home and away

counting their blessings with a sigh…

“Perhaps, they’ll never learn to fly,

Why, though…oh why, oh why?”

~Christine Wichman (C.) September 2014