Ranting, Raging, and General Fangirliness [FIRST OF MANY BOOKS] {COMPLETED}

Another poemy thingy

Hi! *smiles awkwardly* I call this one 'Oddity Lane'

I walk
and skip
down my hometown street
And I think to myself
'What a boring place.'
I look down at my exclaiming clothes
and the bits and baubles hanging from my ears and neck.
"I fancy myself an oddity." I say, and decide to make a move
I look up and down and left and right,
and skip off to my grandmother's house.
My grandmother's house is pretty and neat,
but the garden outside is a wonder
She has roses and lilies and willow trees
and plants that I can't even name.
I like to call her garden Oddity Lane,
for that's what it is, really.
The big flowers
the towering trees
the sprinklers and decorations,
they all call to me.
The garden gnomes, what a sight!
The flamingoes are elegant and bright.
There are pinwheels and wind chimes
and glow-in-the-dark butterflies
I think I'm happy to say
I want to live down on Oddity Lane.

It's short but I like it. It's a true recollection of my grandmother's garden-
or what it used to be, when she was living in my mom's childhood home. But then she moved and her garden is still reforming.
I wish her the best :)
*

poof!*