We watched them kids patrolling above
In particular acts of wanton love.
Their giggles and laughter is noise to the ears
But sadly no sign of horror and fears.
It seems that perhaps a memory is lost
The Trolls of Troll Bridge would be the cost.
The whimsy in turn is somewhat remiss
No fantasy here, no magical bliss.
The children forget and the adults do too
Of the creatures that lurk so close to you.
So now out of sight has meaning galore
and out of mind, the creatures no more.
If strolling the bridge in the warmth of the night
Don’t look around or you will take fright.
Under the bridge or behind the next post
Is a world yet alive but closed to most.
No fantasy or magical bliss? No more childhood imagination? I hope I always remember to look under the bridge and behind the next post! I’m definitely a grownup, but I don’t want to lose the child in me.
🐾Ginger 🐾
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I agree with you!
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No Trolls at my place…but the noise coming across our bridge at night would make your hackles rise 😀
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mwahaha . Be afraid, be very afraid . . .
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wonderful Pam!
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Thank you
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Don’t take me, Pam. the next reader will be much more tasty 😉
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I don’t know Dan, a little ketchup, a side of home fries . . .
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😦
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That would be me and I’m telling you I’m old, tough, and stringy.
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Pam, watch out. Dan and John are auditioning as a comedy team and they are terrific! Still laughing!! 😂😂😂
🐾Ginger 🐾
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oooh a little laugher in a soup pot . . .
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Hahaha. Thanks, Ginger.
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Nah John, a good marinade, a littler tenderizing with a mallet, we’re good to go!
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Hahaha. I think the marinade might be okay but the mallet? Not so much.
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