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.