I came across this poem and wonder if anyone would care to comment on it, Peggy I am thinking of

[buzzard]

you having read your posts and wonderful writing. What do you think of the last verse?


Goblins

In my garden
Where I toil
And stain my hands
With it’s brown soil

Rules a King
Of earthly things,
Which out from winter
Each year the sun brings.

His name is Gob
And is slow to trust,
But a vengeful enemy
So please him you must.

His subjects will tempt you,
Because they are fair,
But pick them too selfishly
I warn you don’t dare.

His Kingdom is paradise
Like a place in sweet dreams,
But to most who do visit
This is not how it seems.

Our world of iron
And new technology
Is slowly destroying
His society.

To the kingdom of Gob
I plead of you,
Be much respectful
And give all care due.

[buzzard]

1. Anyone out there willing to comment it would be much appreciated.

[buzzard]

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