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Troll Trekking
Troll Trekking
I have heard many tales of this mysterious thing
There have been articles and some songs to sing
Years of research I did before I started this trip
A backpack with food and some soda to sip
Traveling many miles through the deepest woods and valleys I did go
Not so much of a hint of this creature did anything show
Weary, tattered and ready to end my hunt
Sitting by this little bridge I heard an odd grunt
Curious about this sound I slowly looked around
I discovered strange prints in the sand on the ground
Recalling my studies and trying a trick or two
I attempted to communicate, “I am here to meet you”
Stunned, I heard a reply in a language I understood
“I cannot meet anyone, as I am not pretty and banished to these woods.”
Still amazed I had even come this close, I was not about to leave without a peek
I said it was an understanding of your inner person that I truly seek
It took a little while before I heard a reply
“Ok, only if you promise to be gone before the morning sky”
We spent the night speaking about anything and everything of which we could think
I spotted the early signs of dawn and I could feel my heart sink
After all of these hours spent, I still had not a clear view of this thing called a troll
No one would ever believe that I had spoken with one; they would call me a fool
I had to take one last chance and ask for a special favor before I left
A quiet yet firm reply let me know that I was not in a position to make a special request
As I started to make my way from this place
The troll said, “Wait, I want to see your face”
As the sun rose above the mountain and lit the clear blue skies
I think we were both astonished to see trust and admiration in each other’s eyes
This creature that I had so wrongly thought was a hideous monster of the night
Was without a doubt the most gorgeous being that had ever been in my sight
She was as beautiful on the outside as she was deep inside
She made such a lasting impression I told her they were wrong and she should never again hide
I hope she takes my words to her heart
That this day will be a new start
She has so much to offer the world at this time
Of the few friends I have I am SO proud to have her as one of mine
The Voice
6/22/2014
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