Lost Gnome #10
A clue for you, gnome seeker...
Looking for a lost gnome? Where to start? What to do?
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