There's a place beyond the lush green meadows,
magical little creatures call it their home,
dwelling. beyond the hills in a hidden valley,
the creatures are called the forgotten gnomes.
Living amongst God's wildflowers, planting seeds,
they plant the beauty that covers the leas,
as they grow, their colors cover the hillsides,
there is beauty, as far as the eye can see.
As the daisies and the buttercups dance together,
swaying to and fro in the summertime breeze,
Mother Nature calls keep my garden, my love, my fate,
her beauty abounds in the warm summertime tease.
As the crickets play their song in sweet harmony,
the humming bird keeps humming his own sweet tune,
all the sounds and the fragrance in the meadow,
tell your senses it must be summer, it is June.
When the sun rises and shines upon the meadow,
the little gnomes are fast asleep each day,
hidden under the fallen petals of wildflowers,
they dream of forgotten places so far away.
They were banished from their Kingdom long ago,
now they travel the countryside, planting love,
the gnomes never see the sun light up the day,
never to see the beauty of the flowers up above.
The gnomes can only imagine the flowers beauty,
as the beautiful petals drop softly to the ground,
when they begin to see the sunlight in Autumn,
the wildflowers are gone, gone without a sound.
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keep my garden, my love, my fate
Nature and Fantasy
Written September 28th, 2004
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Lovely...such beautiful images in this work. I can imagine this so very well. The is one thing you ought to change:
The first line, I believe you mean the, not thee (old english for you).
Otherwise, I love this poem as it is. This has gained great foresight on my part and I can only wish you the best of luck for this one. There are so many valid entries...well, anyway, Good luck! -
Thank you for the lovely compliment. You are too sweet' I so appreciate it. Take care, Sandy
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A lovely poem of fantasy, Iliked the way you wrote it
I liked your rhyming in this poem Thanks for commenting on my poem, you're one of my favourite writers and I always love it when I get a comment from you because it gives me further incentive to find more of your poetry
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