THE GAME OF GETTING LOST
Under the palms and banana leaves
along the winding trails,
I ran ahead of my mom and dad
and found myself alone.
On my own in the giant world,
I chose which way to go.
I crossed the swaying wooden bridge,
I passed the waterfall,
I smelled the lemony golden elves,
I petted the pompom tree,
and when I felt I’d been gone too long,
I turned myself around.
Spying my parents along the path,
I skipped away again,
playing the game of getting lost
within the greenhouse walls.
© 2020 Elizabeth Steinglass. All rights reserved.
Such an enchanting place to get lost, Liz! I love all the details about what she sees on her adventure.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle! I really did do this in the Climatron at the Missouri Botanical Gardens. I have no idea if my parents had any idea what I was doing.
ReplyDeletelol! I've gotten lost before. But, it wasn't as fun as this. Great poem. I love the lemony golden elves best!
ReplyDeleteWhen you have a good imagination, you can invent a game wherever you are! Getting actually lost is scary, but play-lost is beautiful. Thanks, Liz!
ReplyDeleteI think a little part of me still does this every time I enter a botanical garden greenhouse.
ReplyDeleteThe safety of the greenhouse walls makes getting lost joyful, Liz. I want to pet a pom pom tree! :)
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