Stories of My Life David Waggoner
Can I go where the wild things are And feel the wind in the willows? A wrinkle in time can lead to a rhyme Down where the sidewalk ends.
The little house in the great big woods Conceals a secret garden. The giving tree, it grows there for me, For you, and all our friends.
These are the stories of my life,That live from age to age.Come with me,And turn the page.
Charlotte spins a web for me, Encircling Stellaluna. The snowy day, it leads me away, And I’m lost in Wonderlandwith Alice.
And the little prince once captured me, And told me Aesop’s fables. And Alexander, they say, had a very bad day, And now I understand.
These are the stories ofmy life,That live from ageto age.Come with me, and turnthe page.
So many stories, so many tales. So many places to go. Will you share them all with me? Only then will we both know.
Will you come set sail with me, And discover treasure island? Stuart Little will soon say “goodnight” to the moon, And that’s where I shall begin.
A lion found in Narnia will call out to me, And soon I will be drifting. Tom Sawyer will be such a good friend to me, And to Huckleberry Finn.