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Once in the land of Oz, there existed a yellow brick road,
On that road, you would find munchkin land, the emerald city, the castle to the wicked witch of the west and the forest that surrounds the lands of Oz,
Here you might encounter a scarecrow with no brain or a tin man without a heart,
You could also encounter a cowardly lion who can be brave enough to stand up when it counts
You could also be the good witch of the north
You might also see flying monkeys but don’t worry they’re more afraid of you then you are of them
When you come to the gates of the emerald city, tell them the good witch sent you and the doors will open to a place out of a fairy tale, a city of emerald coloring from the buildings to the clothing, although it might see superfluous, there’s always a show or a song for those who wish to sing along to the music
Here where fantasy and reality meet, the Land of Oz stands as a reminder that there is no place like home but also how fantasy can help us escape from the drudgery of our mundane lives.
So next time you read the Oz books and wonder why they still hold up after so long, you’ll be surprised to know, that’s why I wrote this poem, as to me, the Oz series is a blend of stories that are not just about wicked witches or wizards but also showing how there is a certain magic in fantasy that no other genre of story can capture.