I may live in Narnia but I don't own it...only Aslan did, does, and will.
This poem is dedicated to my baby sister for whom it was made.
Happy Birthday Rachael!
Into Narnia
Timothy Jones
Ate some scones
Which were chinks that led
Into Narnia
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He landed face-first
Then in a burst
Jones forged ahead
Into Narnia
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To his surprise
He opened his eyes
Many a sort of beasts
Into Narnia
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Jones played on lawns
And danced with fauns
At the mid-night feasts
Into Narnia
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By Aslan's mane
He will remain
Our world he's kissed farewell
Into Narnia
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With Aslan there
No one has a care
It's a world that's so swell
Into Narnia