So this is the closing page of Fantasy.I printed Aunty Katies poem onto fabric and used part of the page.This is the poem text.

Fantasy K   M

I wandered along the pathway

Far from  my little grey house

Far from the things I loved

I wanted to roam.

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I wanted to see what it felt like

To be by myself

With a land of Strange things around me

So I crept forward with stealth.

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I left my garden of sunshine

Where my favourite flowers grew

The flowers I tended daily

And I wondered if they knew.

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I wondered if I’d been dreaming

When I bade them farewell

For they all seemed to talk plainly

Though usually tis hard to tell.

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They seem to say “we will miss you’

But we understand why you go

And I turned away for it must be me

I loved them all so.

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I prayed to the dew & the sunshine,

To tend my garden well

And the snow and the frost to keep it from harm

When winter fell.

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I trundled along the pathway

To my land of strange things

They sparkled in the sunshine,

And beckon me in.

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I went because I’d no money,

And imagined myself awfully poor

I knew when I reached the city of wealth,

I’d want for money no more.

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But through money came quiet easily

My wealth was diminishing fast

For I found when inside the city

The glitter did not last.

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Though money past through my fingers,

Hundreds of pounds a day,

Yet my interest lie in my little rough spot,

A thousand miles away.

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I dreamed of my garden of sunshine,

When asleep in my city of glare,

I fancied it all choked with weeds,

Because it was needing my care.

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So I gave back my gold to the land of strange things.

And away from those pavements I hastened my steps.

Nor did I take note of the voice that called,

From the city of gaudy glitter.

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I hastened my steps to my garden

Once more my flowers to tend.

And never again

For money or fame

Will I my small plot exchange

KM