The Wee Waterer

I went to our "back forty",
after leaving my home.
In search of garden color,
or maybe even a gnome.

Through the paths and the thickets,
I did roam.
In search of some color...
in search of some gnome.

Finally I found him,
finally found my gnome.
I decided to name him,
and his name is Jerome.

I thought about moving him,
moving the wee little man.
But, in the end I left him...
next to the watering can.

I came down with something,
while searching for gnome.
For now I'm going to call it...
Forest Gnome Syndrome.