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seraphin
Senior Member

since 2000-09-24

Posts 1004
Michigan

0 posted 2000-10-02 01:13 AM

The Troll

'Neath an old oaken bridge,
near the banks of a brook.
Lived a green and grizzled Troll,
whom from the bridge, toll took.

Each day he'd wait, rain or clear,
for some to pass his way.
Princess, waif, or lonely goat,
each would have to pay.

On Monday came a wily wolf,
who growled, "No toll from me!”
Troll tapped him twice with his old pipe,
Wily Wolf became a tree.

Tuesday brought a poor old woman,
who asked, "Might I rest by your brook?”
Troll gave her passage down to his bank,
after first, the toll he took.

Wednesday came a boy playing pipe,
it's whistle sweet and gay.
Troll turned him into a gentle wind,
to sing to Troll each day.

Thursday was a large pink pig,
flying a large pink kite.
Troll turned her into a large mushroom,
something soft to sleep on at night.

Friday brought a gaggle of geese,
who all were on their way,
Down to the cool waters below,
Troll took from each his pay.

Saturday broke to the baa-baa of sheep,
who woke Troll with a start.
Each was turned into a cloud,
when from Troll they tried to depart.

Sunday Troll rested 'neath his tree,
on his mushroom pillow, he slept.
the gentle wind blew cool and sweet,
while across the sky, clouds crept.

Troll thought to himself, "What a life I have,"
"taking toll come every new day."
"I wouldn't change a single thing,"
"I'm happiest this way."

"Some visitors go, some they stay,"
"like my pillow, the clouds, and my breeze."
"And my oaken bridge is a wonderful home,"
"yes, my life is just as I please."

Troll lived on for many years,
down by the bridge and the brook.
And happier he never was,
as when the toll he took.

And this would be my 100th post.

[This message has been edited by seraphin (edited 10-02-2000).]

Mark Bohannan
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-21

Posts 7269
In the winds of Cherokee song

1 posted 2000-10-02 01:41 AM

Congrats on the 100th post and keep it up....you will find yourself at 1000 real soon....I am printing this one for my children...they will love it...I love it LOL

seraphin
Senior Member

since 2000-09-24

Posts 1004
Michigan

2 posted 2000-10-02 06:31 AM

Thank you! Shooting for a little versatility here. And, after 22 years of Dr. Suess, I'm ready to tell that cat just WHERE he can put his hat!!

))

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

3 posted 2000-10-02 06:48 AM

A very nice style of writing...James

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

4 posted 2000-10-02 04:34 PM

seraphin,
congratulations on the hundreth, congratulations on the poem. Well done. I've never seen a story from the troll's point of view and you did this so well.
Kethry

"It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures;
but it is the loss that shapes the image,
gathers the flowers weaves the garland."-

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

5 posted 2000-10-03 06:33 PM

seraphin-
   really cute.  i love this.  you've painted
   the perfect picture here.  i can just see
   him taking toll on his bridge.    very
   nice write.

   -vicky

"...until you have read the verse on his
heart, you have not truely met the poet."
-vlraynes

Kit McCallum

Administrator

Member Laureate

since 2000-04-30

Posts 14774
Ontario, Canada

6 posted 2000-10-03 10:40 PM

Bravo Seraphin! What a perfectly wonderful tale ... great imagery and nicely woven thoughts ... terrific visuals!

And congratulations on your 100th post!

Best wishes,
/Kit

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