graveyard for gnomes

Red mushroom house, left lying all forlorn, uprooted, airlifted, dropped on a sad looking, green grassy lawn.

Hear tiny tots sigh.

Red Brick windmill still, beside a bluebell tree cottage. Strewn ruins. Smashed dead broken garden fairies and Gnomes. With lifeless dragonfly wings.

All oh so sad. Amongst the Graveyard of Gnomes. All things five inches tall. Moreso, now oh so small.

Where you can hear yon cherubs cry...