I sit upon this forest bank
Hiding from my miss-played prank
Yet how was I to know
Dead gnomes no more will grow
Even if we plant them in this fertile soil
See, to make the dead to live again
Requires many elfin spells and no little fairy toil
In honour of those gnomes who were my friends, back in the day
crispina kemp 
Poor Gnomes! To rise no more, so sad! Hahahaha!
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They remain very much alive in my heart! 😂👍😊
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Aww, so sad for the gnomes
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It was partly inspired by seeing the wood-bank was no longer the wood’s boundary, but a shrubbery was growing up beyond it. I think the gnomes of old would not have been happy about the
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Clever dabbling going on in these woods….
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I think most of that dabbling was done by me as a kid!
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Pour gnomes, but a very good take.
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Thank you. It’s true, as I child I did talk to the gnomes who live there
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That’s great.
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😎🤪
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A sweet story Crispina
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Thank you. It grew!
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🥹🥹🥹
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Beautiful poem. Some people keep gnome statues in their garden as happy reminders of these little people.
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They are the most peaceful of the Hidden Folk. Fairies, elves and particularly goblins can be most spiteful, best treated with respect without getting too close 😉😊
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I love this poem and its fey magic!
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