a lawn full of discarded garden 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...



Submitted: August 17, 2021

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Bert Broomberg

Well done, I can picture the sight of that yard.

Tue, August 17th, 2021 8:36pm


Thanks Bert for your comment.

Tue, August 17th, 2021 1:58pm

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