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Gnome in My Garden Written & Illustrated by Sharon K. Shubert
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 |