Lost Gnome #10

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Oh the pink rose of Gig Harbor, secrets its bashful face

But its ardor for the arcane can be found in its hiding place

It dances with the rhodies, rhapsodizes with raspberries

It sings with children swinging, sliding, laughing to be free

It has a life we cannot know, each petal tells a tale

Of sun above and gnomes below

Our enigmatic vale

This humble park will  not forget

The contribution of Gig Harbor's vets

If you come here bring your tots

And check the bushes round

the parking lot