Sorry due to personal reasons i will be absent for an unknown period of time
Thank you for your friendship and may the Lord watch over you all and keep you safe. ❤❤❤❤
Gordon the Gnome has lost his home,
the wind blew it away.
"Well damn and drat, just look at that,
I have nowhere to stay."
He shook his head, climbed out of bed,
and took a look around.
"Well this won't do, a home anew
is what must now be found."
He searched the hedge and window ledge,
he searched beneath each tree.
"Too high too low and no no no
the hedge too prick-e-ly."
He searched the shed and flower bed,
he searched the patio.
"The shed too tall, the beds too small,
and patio no go."
He searched and searched, but tired he perched,
upon a flower pot.
He kicked his feet, in soft defeat,
and stroked the terracot.
His eyes lit up, like buttercups,
he laughed and turned around.
"Of course he said," nodding his head,
a new home has been found.
A flower pot,the perfect spot,
he spoke a little spell.
A window, door and new tiled floor,
flowers and wishing well.
Gordon the Gnome, now calls this home,
his searching days are done.
The kettle on for tea and scone,
enjoyed 'neath setting sun.
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Author:
woundedheart (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments7
Great writing ! 🙂
Thank you for your kind words. 😊
Good write WH.
Thank you ☺
Yes - I'll buy this one.
Great little rhymer. I also have a special spot for a great little gnome.
Thank you for reading ☺
So much fun reading this! Thanks.
Thank you so much
Very good fun write WH, thank you.
Andy
So glad you enjoyed my poem ☺
I love Gordon plain and simple... hope he comes back for more!
Thanks I'll try to think of another ☺
What a beam of light! A beautiful story told so delicately well! 🙂 It brought a smile to my face!
Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it ☺
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