One Morning when the fog was rolling in its billows
I was walking on a little cobbled path near the willows.
My wandering feet carried me to a hedged gate
‘Yond was a flower garden with a fountain to precipitate.
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A wonderful and engaging poem with a beautiful story. I like how this poem was crafted. Very touching with compelling images. A great tribute to statues. Well done and top marks.
A meaningful moment beautifully captured in this detailed poem!