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Poetry: Gnome Home
It’s silly poetry day
Taking a short jog along the trail yesterday, I came upon an outcropping of rocks. It formed an overhang that, at first, looked like a possible place where a fairy might take shelter. After closer inspection, however, it was deemed more suitable for a gnome, with a tiny tunnel, perhaps, inside. It’s also near a stream. I understand gnomes like a good supply of fresh water. Location, location, location.
Gnome Home
As I jogged along the path,
Enjoying woodlands all alone,
I happened upon a structure there,
Composed of an ancient stack of stones.
Gray they were,
Except where moss
Was attempting to show
Who was the boss,
Sprinkled around
With discarded leaves,
Framed with ferns
As thick as thieves.
It made a most
Delightful sight.
So, I took note
And thought it might
Be where a fairy
Might alight,
But think more,
That didn’t seem to be quite right.
