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
- The Mother by Patrick Pearse
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Не надо
- Виктор Шамонин-Версенев – Волк-дурень
- The Mantra-Yoga poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
- Crapulous Impression poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Man In The Bowler Hat
- Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare
- A Plain Life by William Henry Davies
- Жан де Лафонтен – Человек и его Изображение
- Владимир Британишский – Еретик
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Казалось
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давно, в эпоху мрачного язычества
- Николай Заболоцкий – На лестницах
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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).
