My Pacific Isle

I entered a competition In a gardening magazine. I had to write a poem About a garden I had seen. I chose a lovely garden That was here in my mind. A piece of imagination Where flamingo's could have dined. Mammals and coloured singing birds All called this land their own. Free to wander and to fly To graze and hunt and roam. But my garden does not exist It's beauty is too great. Golden butterflies and flowers Live within its gate. Fishes, crabs and reptiles, Glorious and free. Gliding, crawling, swimming, It was all so real to me. I posted off my entry Before the competition's date. And forgot about my garden, I hope it's not too late? Three months passed so quickly, I got on with other things. The Spring merged with the Summer, And what nature freely brings. Then one day my ringtone Rang out of the blue. The magazine's editor Told me it was true... I had won the competition, My entry made her smile. A holiday was mine To a Pacific Isle. So, as I began to pack my bags, The tickets in my hand. And a weighty cheque to cash, And spend in distant lands. In my imagination My garden came back to me. I could not really believe How lucky I could be. Yahoo! from my beach hut In among palm trees. My poem has come to life And is surrounding me.