Another Whimsical Poem

Another Whimsical Poem


The gnome that I am follows closely to the ground, I do.

I may go round and round in circles, I may

Coming to my favorite shrubs, the ones with the best scents, they have, they have.

I may squat down and finger the grass, and finger and finger.

Then I wander down the lane and wander even more

To find the best scents I wander down the lane

I come upon a flower with all colors, it has every one

And even a sparkle or two makes them shine even more, and more they shine.

Its like they have a secret, they do

And to keep the secret, they sparkle even more, they do even more.
Patricia Jordan
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