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
- Олег Бундур – Утром
- Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Momma Welfare Roll by Maya Angelou
- Альфред де Мюссе – Что так усиленно сердце больное
- Two Lacquer Prints poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: A Stanza Added In A Mason Lodge:
- Poema LX, El albergue by Mara Romero Torres
- Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare
- Юлия Друнина – Альпинисту
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- I Belong There by Mahmoud Darwish
- For To Admire by Rudyard Kipling
- Wisteria by Philip Levine
- On Returning To England poem – Alfred Austin
- Михаил Кузмин – В раскосый блеск зеркал забросив сети
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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).
