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
- little Sara’s sleep by Raj Arumugam
- Юлия Жадовская – Возврат весны
- Ольга Берггольц – Беатриче (строгая любовь)
- Second Epistle to Davie by Robert Burns
- Song Of The Parao Camping Ground
- Виктор Шамонин-Версенев – Весёлый воробей
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Москва
- Mustard Flowers
- Илья Эренбург – Я не трубач, труба
- Федор Сологуб – Так же внятен мне, как прежде
- Станислав Востоков – Стой, кто идёт
- A Song Of Eternity In Time by Sidney Lanier
- Religious Obsession — translation from Dharmamoha by Rabindranath Tagore
- Balmoral Castle by William Topaz McGonagall
- Clear, with Light, Variable Winds poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
