For a gnome

For a gnome

Always silent eyes wide

Watching blades of grass whispers

Insects crawls around all over

Smiling never flinching

Holding owners secrets of household memories

Hearing the night songs

Feeling rain on hot muggy days

Like a yard soldier asking for only a cleaning once in awhile

Some get others to keep you company

Pink flamingo you stare down to no avail

The smile never smirks

Some bring you in for the winter and maybe a paint touch up

Your woes kept in silence

So loyal that it seems you will always be there

If you could move would you?

Yard guard magically keeping it green

Watching the age come and go

For a gnome