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
- Олег Чупров – Богатство
- Song poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile by Sarojini Naidu
- Remain! by Walter Savage Landor
- To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- I Come Home Wanting To Touch Everyone by Stephen Dunn
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Snail Poem by Peter Orlovsky
- Lookin’ For Myself by Shel Silverstein
- A daily prayer by a kid by Sunil Sharma
- Константин Бальмонт – На мотив псалма XVIII-гo
- Олег Григорьев – Приехала жена из Сочи
- CLAUDIAN’S OLD MAN OF VERONA by Abraham Cowley
- The Fishermen, The Gulls & The Bible People by Michael Estabrook
- Reverie Of Mahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank
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).
