Witch in the Garden

A Witch lives in the garden,

down by the woodshed door,

She only moved there recently,

of this I'm fairly sure.

Just when the evening shadows

start creeping on the ground,

She comes and sits and stares at me,

She doesn't make a sound.

I saw her there just yesterday,

I saw her pointed hat,

Her Broomstick lay beside her,

I'm really sure of that.

Now, when I bring my friends to show,

she dances round, in glee;

But all they do, is stare and say

there's nothing they can see!

by

Shirley Frances Winskill 2001