Harry’s Secret Garden
By Annmarie Fox©
A magical garden through the window I see
For Harry to play, express and be free
Wind chimes hanging all around
When the wind blows they tinkle with sound
Cut out circles hanging in the bushes
And water from a hosepipe rushes
Sandpit, mud pit, water slide and toys
A magical place for a special little boy
A story corner is hidden there
And his dad reads him books while sat in a chair
And when Harry grows up he will certainly know
How much his daddy has loved him so.
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