C. S. Lewis knew all about Narnia,
a country somewhere beyond Sylvania.
There’s only one way to get there.
You have to hide in a wardrobe and scratch your hair.
But you shouldn’t want to go there.
An old, mean, wicked witch is living there.
Be careful when you’re hiding in a wardrobe.
If you itch be sure to pull your ear lobe.
Nice - just reading it and I was transported to the world of my imagination. The wardrobe had a steering wheel but once it took off into the sky, it collided with the clouds because there were no traffic lights - made of stars of course****. and the moon)) served as the Navigator. Kind regards Aine
A wonderful reminder of children on laps listening with wide eyes to tales of mystery from a far-away land. Thanks for the reminder. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the Narnia stories, thanks for the wonderful memories. And maybe I am that witch. lol Irene xx