![]() Garden of SpritesA Poem by LynLeeGarden of Sprites
I sit in the garden on a small marble bench beneath the sun. The roses bud, and the lilies grow. The water glows and makes music as it falls down the stream of little waterfalls.
I follow the stream into a land of beauty and wonder. I walk around to see wild flowers, patches of four leaf clovers and small rainbows. I follow them to find no gold, but to find a smaller garden.
Little Sprites dancing in the middle of a circle. They dance in little trebles, and hornpipes. A celebration it seems.
I didn't wish to intrude, but I found myself gazing in amazement as I sat in the Garden of Sprites.
© 2011 LynLeeAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on November 12, 2010 Last Updated on April 14, 2011 Author![]() LynLeeWhere I am free, VAAboutHola, me llamo LynLee. De donde es Earth. Me cumpleanos es Noviembre 24. Me gusta es escribir. Sorry had to practice my spanish somewhere. I'm LynLee. I'm fourteen and I am a writer. My best frien.. more..Writing
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