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Lawn Gnome

by Denise M. Roy

Across the warm wind-sheltered homes
Down under cellar, wine and stone
Around the knots and bends of stump
A small man lives in solitude

A patch of grass, a bunch of weeds
Surrounded by all bird-dropped seeds
Around his head a solid hat
A free and empty stare

Gaudy clothes of red and green
Poor containment, a slight left lean
A memory silent and quiet still
Remembrance unspoken

Forgotten soldier fighting snow
Stone-made hermit while nature grows
Peeling skin of lead and powder
Once the summer blaze is cast

Well-crafted gnome, you now will stand
With gilded dreams inside your hand
One day now soon your mass will fall
And end your reign over all that's small.


September '04