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Gnome in My Garden

Written & Illustrated by
Sharon K. Shubert

I saw a gnome in my garden

sneaking around,

So I followed him on tip-toes

not making a sound.

I watched as he skipped

his way down the path,

Why is he whistling and

skipping like that?



A gnome in my garden?!!

How can this be?

He's short and he's smiling

and laughing with glee.

His hat is all pointed,

his whiskers are white.

A gnome in my garden

On a Saturday night?



I peeked through the blossoms,

Just as he ran,

Scurrying away as fast as

little gnomes can.

Jumping over the bushes,

I fell on my face.

And the gnome was gone,

without a trace.



So I picked myself up

and I looked around,

Then glinting nearby

lying on the ground,

A sack of gold coins-

Oh, look what I've found!



Then the gnome rushed by

Quick as a wink,

Grabbed the coins from my hand,

Before I could think!



Come back here you gnome!

Come back here I say!

He just giggled and disappeared

Down the pathway.



Where oh where has this little

gnome gone?

Will he be back in the morn

just before dawn?

Will he skip? Will he dance?

Will he laugh with glee?

Come back little gnome

and play with me!



The End


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Written by Sharon K. Shubert (C)Copyright 2000-2007. All Rights Reserved.



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