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: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- Any Soul That Drank the Nectar by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вы с Музой свадьбу золотую
- The Passion poem – John Milton poems
- Sonnet CXLIII by William Shakespeare
- Father Of A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein
- Ольга Ермолаева – Напиши мне стишок
- Parliament Hill Fields by Sylvia Plath
- I Am In Pain For You by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- Without You by Miraj Patel
- To Virgil, Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the N poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Eclogue VI by Virgil
- From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
- Reply to an Announcement by J. Rankine by Robert Burns
- Sonnet LXVII by William Shakespeare
Some external links:
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).
