Stephen Freeman

(Edgware, Middlesex, UK)

The Gnomes

When people are sleeping,
And the moon is clear and bright,
Little figures come to play away the night
They chase each other round and round,
Hide between the trees, swinging from
the roses, dancing round the peas. Your garden is their world,
Which you have made for them,
Little gnomes who are all good friends
They laugh and cry together, depending

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