Maybe One Day We'll All Go Back To Oz Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

maybe one day we'll all go back to Oz
dreaming the cornfields away...
launched into an emerald day

and loyal to the Cause
of finding what we lost
along life's less than yellow brick way.

somehow a rainbow's door
will open to us, once more
like Eden's did

and all the glory hid
in the dew sprung grasses we'll unlock
to no ticking of a clock

to no heart of tin
having to pretend
no scarecrow jiggering,

falling over the dock.

we'll reign and rule
with all we learned in school
and then forgot

sure that we walk with an old familiar Friend
who made it all begin
where nothing ever ends.

with Home around the bend.
the moon, not breadcrumbs
in our pockets.

mary angela douglas 21 november 2018rev.25 january 2019