I sit in the garden
on a small marble bench
beneath the sun.
The roses bud,
and the lilies grow.
The water glows and makes music
as it falls down the stream
of little waterfalls.
I follow the stream
into a land of beauty
and wonder.
I walk around to see wild flowers,
patches of four leaf clovers
and small rainbows.
I follow them to find no gold,
but to find a smaller garden.
Little Sprites dancing
in the middle of a circle.
They dance in little trebles,
and hornpipes.
A celebration it seems.
I didn’t wish to intrude,
but I found myself
gazing in amazement
as I sat in the
Garden of Sprites.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
- Владимир Высоцкий – Моя клятва (Первый стих)
- Cats by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
- Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time by William Shakespeare
- To His Dead Body by Siegfried Sassoon
- On the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. by Robert Burns
- Individuality
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- With A Copy Of Shakespeares Sonnets On Leaving College
- Юлия Жадовская – Лучший перл таится
- Solomon To Sheba by William Butler Yeats
- Ibant Obscur? by Thomas Edward Brown
- Как хорошо, что рядом верная подруга
- On Beer
- Олег Чупров – Душа
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
