Benjamin Posted January 25, 2013 Share Posted January 25, 2013 The rectory had garden gnomes on view for one and all. Some of them with balding domes were nearly two feet tall. Who pierced the soil with spade and fork in old blue bib and braces. Diligently at their work with silent weathered faces. 2 Others sat around a toadstool laughing, playing cards; supping ale to keep them cool from little stony jars. One-- was collapsed on his back: another-- bent and sly, dealt cards out from a dodgy pack, his winnings piled up high. 3 The clergyman: a crafty bloke, none of that blood and thunder; always had a laugh and joke and never mentioned Sunday. Let us at his apple trees to pillage there at will; while he stood watching patiently, until our bags were filled. 4 He'd bring us ice-cold lemonade before we trudged off home; and tell short stories in the shade relating to each gnome. And it didn't seem like he was preaching: for he'd such a tactful way, that made you feel the gnomes were teaching, while he enjoyed the day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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