Primordial Man
I followed in his footsteps
but far back a ways you know
It wouldn't do for him to see
the way the goblins grow,
from every puddle that he left
an entity ,alone ,bereft
has raised its' head to look
around
up from the muck,out of the ground.
some are fairies and the like
and some are elves
and some are tykes
that soon may grow into
a troll
to hide beneath the bridge
and roll
ole Tony down when he comes back
a strolling cross his
evening track,
he'll ask a riddle of the man,
and when he doesn't understand
he'll say "what have you lost and found
since you past by and went to town?"
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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