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 Rain by Robert Creeley
- Not Fair
- I Thought I was not Alone. by Walt Whitman
- In Defense of Santa Claus
- Ce N’est Jamais Le Même Jardin by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Ezra on the Strike poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Another Song Of A Fool by William Butler Yeats
- On The Death Of Damon. (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
- The Wild Goose’s Will by Mike Yuan
- Rhyme by the Bog by Robby Charters
- Нина Пикулева – Читайте, дети
- Василий Жуковский – Государыне великой княгине на рождение
- Shattered Head
- Владимир Маяковский – Пожарные лозунги (1928)
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).
