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
- An Epitaph 3 (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Владимир Маяковский – Письмо к любимой Молчанова, брошенной им
- Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton
- Ольга Берггольц – Украина
- Rivers Don’t Gi’e Out by William Barnes
- MANY NAMESAKES by Satish Verma
- Джон Донн – Когда я с ней, с моим бесценным кладом
- old-boy.html
- Николай Языков – Землетрясенье
- Что такое хорошо и что такое плохо – Владимир Маяковский (Стих): Читать стихотворение на Poetry Monster
- Paradise Lost: Book 10 poem – John Milton poems
- Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop by William Butler Yeats
- Олег Бундур – Вместо нас
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Song—Anna, thy Charms by Robert Burns
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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).
