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