You are the wood of my childhood,

the field of my glee and the battlegrounds

of our water fights.

You are the sound of the church bells chiming as the hours go by.

You are like a forest of fun,

And a jungle of joy.

You are the taste of the cool lollies and warm barbeque on summer nights.

You are a memory of our delight.

You are the smell of freshly cut grass,

And mossy trees.

You are my garden.