The Garden Walked Away

By: Elva Robinson

I was walking in my garden one bright,
sunny day.
I reached down to pick up a little stick, and
the stick walked away.
The little stick that I had found was a
walking-stick insect upon the ground.
 I was walking in my garden one bright,
sunny day.
I looked at a thorn on a bush, and the thorn
walked away.
A thorn it was only pretending to be, for it
was really a thornbug, you see.

I was walking in my garden one bright

sunny day.
I reached out to feel some tree bark, and the
bark flew away.
Instead of a bark, what was really there was
a peppered moth flying into the air.
I was walking in my garden one bright
sunny day.
I bent down to pluck a leaf, and the leaf
walked away.
Can you imagine my surprise? A leaf insect
before my eyes!

I was walking in my garden one bright

sunny day.
I touched a bump upon some bark and the
bark hopped away.
What a surprise it was to see a tiny frog hop
away from me.
I was walking in my garden one bright
sunny day.
I started to sit upon a rock but the rock
walked away.
The rock on which I tried to sit was a
tortoise
who wouldn’t have liked it a bit!
These clever insects and animals gave me
the thought
 that I can’t always tell what’s real from
what’s not.
Who knows? Could it be that some bright,
sunny day
everything in my garden will get up and
walk away?