I Am

I am a garden gnome
I pale at the thought of heights
I ponder the thoughts of scary animals who could steal my territory

I desire to be noticed by the people who pass by
I strive to protect my garden from the dangers of the world
I become frozen in the cold weather in days of sorrow

I fear the evil elves who want nothing more than to see me fail
I surprise strangers with my appearance
I read the signs around checking for danger

I knead the clay to keep me together
I organize the things I have seen through out the years
I daunt because I stand alone with no one beside me

I deposit protection and outdoor decoration to the world around me
I gain silence with my lips sealed shut avoiding conversation no matter what the costs
I withdraw from society to stay sane in my own world