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
- Robert Burns: My Highland Lassie, O:
- Life Brings Me to this Journey. by Stephen Sweitzer
- In the Forest of Life by Mike Yuan
- The Cat in the Kitchen by Robert Bly
- Hey, the Dusty Miller (Song) by Robert Burns
- Владимир Высоцкий – Слева бесы, справа бесы
- At Shelley’s House At Lerici poem – Alfred Austin
- Kindness by Sylvia Plath
- good bye, my sweet angel by Raj Arumugam
- Totem by Sylvia Plath
- I a soul by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson by Robert Burns
- A Wreath Of Immortelles poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ballade Of His Books poem – Andrew Lang poems
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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).
