Let the Troll read the poem to you
I’m a Troll who lives under a tree
Deep in the forest, just where I like to be.
I’m not a Troll who causes grief on the web
Just a harmless wee creature who likes his bed.
I sleep throughout the day until the sun goes down
At which point all my friends come round.
You see I’m not the only Troll who lives under a tree
There are many of us and this is where we all like to be.
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While wandering in the woods
You never know what you will find when you go off a-wandering in the woods. I’ve walked through this part of the woods many times, but I’ve never noticed this strange little cave before; I say ‘little’ but I’ve no idea how big it actually is in there. Unfortunately the torch on my mobile phone couldn’t illuminate any more than a few feet in, and there are bars stopping any would-be adventurers from exploring any further. And since there were numerous dubious items scattered about the bars, I wasn’t about to poke about too much. It’s probably something to do with ground saturation due to high rainfall, but I like the idea of a Troll or some other wee beastie living in there.
See what inspired me to write this poem
If you want to find the Troll’s house, start your search here.