With apologies to Robert Frost


Whose home this is I think you know.
He lives within my basement though;
And knows that he must earn his keep
And clear my deck filled up with snow.   

My little gnome must think it queer
To shovel without an ending near
Between the chair and frozen grill
The coldest morning of the year.   

He gives his red hat bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of heavy drift and downy flake.   

My deck is massive, dark and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
And miles to go before he sleeps,
And miles to go before he sleeps.


Add yours →

  1. I normally don’t care for poetry, but that is absolutely adorable. And the picture is priceless. Poor little gnome.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I’m guessing the gnome’s name is Hans. As in, “All Hans on deck!”

    Liked by 2 people

  3. I think he did very well just using that spoon! Although the Department of Gnome Labour may be knocking at your door any moment. Great poem! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. He should have taken “the road less traveled”.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. A gnome with a spoon….damn….wish I’d thought of that one ! ☺

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: