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
- Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie by William Shakespeare
- Baseball and Writing by Marianne Moore
- The First Part: Sonnet 2 – I know that all beneath the moon decays by William Drummond
- Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Flood In Spring by William Barnes
- Олег Григорьев – Не свались в колодец, Ольга
- The Queen’s Men by Rudyard Kipling
- Альфред Теннисон – Пересекая Черту
- Frijolita by Manolo Arriola
- Виктор Гончаров – Больной, как будто бы гранату
- My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand
- STONEWASHED by Satish Verma
- Владимир Степанов – Про меня и муравья
- Seasons by Tala Bar
- Sonnet (XI) : I know me and I do believe in the causation by Neelam Sinha
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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).
