A world of caves, caverns, thickets and ledges <br />A place of bracken, heather, thistles and sedges <br /> <br />Of Spider webs, mosses, mushrooms and hedges <br />Green grassy dells, craggy hills of raggedy edges <br /> <br />Environments of enchantment, worlds of auld lore <br />Mysterious encampments of wee people of yore <br /> <br />Broad iron hinges on wee ancient oak doors <br />Behind which lie treasures on cool earthen floors <br /> <br />Oak roots brace ceilings, which green lichen adorns <br />Crude clever furniture, fashioned from shells of acorns <br /> <br />Curly toed slippers, forest green pointy caps <br />Thistle down mattress, bunk bed for long naps <br /> <br />Gossamer wings of wand wielding fairies <br />Flitting about o’er fields of silverberries <br /> <br /> Leaving scintillating trails of sparkling, luminary <br />Like tiny comets tails, so temporary <br /> <br />Trolls under bridges, mean tempered and grumpy <br />Grey unkempt hair, clothes soiled and frumpy <br /> <br /> Short and squat, a bit ugly and dumpy <br />Big crooked noses and skin mottled and bumpy <br /> <br />Worlds of mysterious wonder of which man knows little <br />Beings and places neath and above the earths crust <br /> <br />Haunting sounds o’er glen from a wee golden fiddle <br />Trolls… moonbeams… leprechauns and stardust<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trolls-moonbeams-leprechauns-and-stardust/
