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