The Walled Garden Comments

As I carefully opened the dirty broken book Laid aside by one who needless took It's place on the shelf And put it in another pelf The book old beyond my years Centuries having passed in darkest fears Until by chance I discovered the treasure within Words written with ink and pen. The thoughts of man who wondered what would be As the balance of war seemed to deny freedom to such as he Yet his words spoke loud and clear Victory we must have, have no fear. The words penned there so long ago When in despair the heart must go Where the brain can not be trusted with thoughts so strong To call forth the memory of albion So it was that Airman Oeker wrote his poems In the book, Catherine, about the Spanish can of worms and filed the margin and every blank page With thoughts of freedom coming of age. And then the war was ended And he and others were free, prison suspended To return to the outer world where freedom had been denied And cast out his book, and the contents inside. Until I found it lying there Its cover dirty, torn and in disrepair A testament to the will of man To say, over and over, Yes, I Can. s