Gnome Garden

My mother-in-law has a gnome garden.

Some stand at attention protecting the yard.

Some smoke their pipe not watching guard.

Some dream of the day when they're all free.

Some smile and wave with perpetual glee.

Some head off to the wild beyond.

Some keep to work for the job's never done.

Some wink and whisper, "come over here."

Some have a toad to ward against deer.

By marigold and bee balm and pansy and fern

Each has its place in the garden of gnomes.