With garden hose and but a dream
I'm building my own backyard stream
A brook that looks so beckoning
It takes me to a fairy ring
Where brownies bathe and pixies blink
And salamanders smile and wink
Send tongues into the sun to drink
I watch and wonder why I think
I'm minus any missing link
A diet of fire and fantasies
With wind it's nearly all we need
When I wade in at wet my feet
I add the earth and it's complete
No wish or trip is out of reach
