1979
Stowaway
June 1979


“Stowaway,” Friend, June 1979, 45

Stowaway

Across the yard and over the fence

and through the corn grown green,

another fence and into the woods

and at last I can’t be seen.

Down a winding wild flower path

with the thistles growing tall,

I reach the center of the wood—

my favorite spot of all.

I climb a tree, branch by branch,

just as high as I can go,

and there I sit

and look around

at all the world below.

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney