I took a hike one summer’s day,
Through the woods an hour away,
And met a man who liked to roam
Through the forest seeking gnomes.
That day he lead me far and wide
Trekking o’er the mountainside,
And though we walked to and fro
We found no gnomes on the go.
We found a tree with a door,
Hidden paths on forest floor,
And a few signs on the ground,
But the gnomes we never found.
I also found a little book
Hidden in a forest nook
Withing its pages was a tale
About a gnome so bold and swell.
(That book was Raewyn’s journal, Gnome Gnotes. Feel free to hope over and read about her adventures.)