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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #2226734
He doesn't move, no not at all
He stands behind the garden wall
Tucked in among the plants
With butterflies and bumblebees
Some spiders and some ants

He measures almost one foot tall
(That’s if you count his hat!)
Although he may be very small
You wouldn’t call him fat

His beard is white, his hat is red
His coat is navy blue
And if you look real close you’ll see
His eyes are clear blue too

There is a twinkle in those eyes
You’d be surprised to see
As if he knows what you don’t know
Now just what could that be?

He doesn’t move, no not at all
He’s like a palace guard
But there is something out of place
That’s if you look real hard

He isn’t standing in the spot
Where he was yesterday
Did someone move the garden gnome?
How did he get that way?

You know he was there all day long
Although it was quite hot
But he just stood there straight and short
He never left that spot

But no one knows what happened next
Not in the fading light
Where did he wander afterwards
When daytime turned to night?

Just down the street not far away
There is a female gnome
And there she stands all by herself
Behind another home

This garden gnome is really cute
As cute as she can be
She plays her part and waits all day
Until no one can see

When daylight falls and darkness comes
The gnomes can move around
Like little people that they are
They stay close to the ground

But if you listen carefully
You might just hear a call
A whisper and some laughing too
Behind that garden wall

Now, no one knows what happens there
Or what those gnomes might do
But take a look at that cute gnome
Her eyes are twinkling too!

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