first poem
09/06/2013 20:06
In My Garden:
In my garden I can see,
leaves that blow beneath the trees,
smells that come from far away,
live to see another day.
In my garden fairies live,
elves, gnomes and fizzlewigs,
I hear them partying till dawn,
but knowone sees them on my lawn.
Then suddenly I awake,
In my garden is no lake,
or elves, fairies or gnomes alike,
no fizzlewigs or leaves blow beneath my trees
because all of it was in my dreams.