The Garden Gnome

Little garden gnome
Sitting on a shelf
Lonely little guy
Whispered take me home.

Sorry, little buddy
No garden do I own
A third floor walk-up
Is all I've ever known.

A little tear trickled
Down his sad ceramic face.
I'm lonely, he whispered,
I'm tired of this very crowded place.

I gently took him down and
Wiped away his tears,
Patted his bald head
To calm his many fears.

We have been together now
For years and years and years.
He sits on my desk, smiling.
I'm happy that he's here.

Dianne Borowski

Bay Village

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Volume 5, Issue 15, Posted 9:48 AM, 07.23.2013