The Abbey of Redwall is a safe-haven for critters everywhere. It was built from red sandstone long ago, and there is has stood since. Inside lie friends,
food, a cozy fire, and tales waiting to be told by any well-travelled visitor or elder. Many
Redwallers have ventured off to faraway lands, and returned to Redwall
after their many adventures. I imagined one such lonely warrior walking down a road, that led through
Mossflower wood, and up to the gate. His pack, though empty of any good food since yesterday, lies heavy on his shoulders; his cloak is dusty from all the walking; his sandals are worn, and wet from wading through that stream; but his love for home drives him on. This piece is called 'On the Road to Redwall.'
Here are the gates into Redwall, surrounded by Mossflower woods.
I imagined the gates being battered and old, after keeping out Redwall's enemies for so long. Many have wished and tried to conquer Redwall and end the peace.
But I also imagined the gates being heavy, sturdy, and impenetrable, always standing to protect the good creatures of Mossflower wood. In my opinion, the Redwall Saga are classic tales, and I almost wish I had discovered them sooner, so I could have enjoyed reading them before I turned my attention to larger, much fatter books. But for now, I look forward to going back and reading my favourites from the series.
