Garden of Sprites by Lyndsey Hylton

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

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The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

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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).

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