Across the highway, way in the back of the farm in the extreme northeast corner, some trees had been left standing. Bushes had grown up around the outside of the trees blocking any view of inside. When I slipped inside the bushes, it was like stepping into an enclosed room roughly fifty feet long full of poles. Low branches had been trimmed, and high branches arched across like a green cathedral ceiling with many leaves blocking out the sky.
A thick mat of dry brown leaves covered the floor of the tiny forest, and that covering, along with limited sunlight, probably accounted for almost nothing growing under the trees. It was so quiet I could hear the hum of insects. I would lie on my back on the mattress of dry leaves and stare up at the green ceiling and trace the golden rays of sunlight that occasionally snuck through a hole in the leaves to spotlight something on the floor. I would dream of being in the jungles of Africa, or paddling a canoe up the Amazon, or sailing a boat in the South Pacific.
This was a perfect hideout for a young boy. A secure, secluded green-leaf cathedral hidden from the real adult world, where fantasy could become the reality of the future. It was a place of dreams where imagination could be set totally free; truly a tiny fantasy forest!
I wish I had gone there more often!
Let’s take a peek at God’s creation,
Through the window of imagination.
Close your eyes. What do you see?
You can be anywhere you want to be.
Imagine you’re an eagle way up high,
Soaring in the African sky.
Hear elephants trumpet and lions roar;
See crocodiles basking on the shore.
A tall giraffe looks really neat.
His ears are a long way from his feet.
But imagine what an awful note,
To be a giraffe with a bad sore throat!
Imagine a polka dot hippopotamus.
Now that is just preposterous!
He’s a big gray tank that’s always clean;
He swims underwater like a submarine.
Speaking of something quite preposterous,
Imagine a red and white striped rhinoceros.
Thundering over the African plain,
His red and white horn like a candy cane.
Imagination is the golden key,
To anything you want to see:
A blue and white zebra wearing a hat,
Monkeys in the jungle, or a big black cat.
Can you imagine that?