I see you, Epic as you are. Raise the bar, You were born to be a star. I appreciate you, Need not ask why. Reach for the sky, Your wings are meant to fly. I hear you, Your whispers of goodbyes. The silence of your cries, Efforts of your tries. I enjoy you, The presence of your grandeur. Letting the wind around you stir, While all time starts to blur. I feel you, The strength, the power. You make the weak cower, As you bloom, you beautiful flower. You are loved. #YesYou! 💚🏞🌲 #Yosemite #YosemiteNationalPark #HalfDome #NorthDomeHike #TreeFramed #CaliforniaGirl #YouAreLoved #YosemiteGrandeur #Grandeur #Senses #AwakenYourSenses #GetOutside #Adventure #TheMountainsAreCalling #ListenToTheWind #Nature #GetOutInNature #NatureHike #Tree #LoveLife
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Mandie Moss (@themandie) on
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:41pm PDT
I see you, Epic as you are. Raise the bar, You were born to be a star. I appreciate you, Need not ask why. Reach for the sky, Your wings are meant to fly. I hear you, Your whispers of goodbyes. The silence of your cries, Efforts of your tries. I enjoy you, The presence of your grandeur. Letting the wind around you stir, While all time starts to blur. I feel you, The strength, the power. You make the weak cower, As you bloom, you beautiful flower. You are loved.
He sits and waits beneath the bridge, For his victim to come close within his crib. He'll take from you your candy like a baby, And leave you with nothing but a bib. I walked along the wooden planks, Where he observed through cracks so faint. I stopped to gaze at the creek pattern, And he watched me without complaint. I almost escaped but it was fate, For he saw my hair, And could relate. "Who is it that you be?!" As he jumped in front of me. "I am but a soul on this journey. Somewhat like you, I see." I spoke to him as if he's normal, Which caught him off his guard. Grunge and tattered but once formal, His clothes revealed he has been scarred. "I coming to gobble you up!" Said the troll. He saw my face as I laughed for I will pay my toll. "Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones." He speaks his anger, But I see his heart. I feel no danger, Yet rather to play my part. "Oh dear troll! I've got two sticks, and I'll make into wands to stop your tricks; I've got besides two crystal stones, And I'll heal all your bits, body and bones." One eyebrow up, he gives me a grin, For this game was never his to win. He let me pass with one condition, Always remember to stop and listen, For appearance isn't all to judge, So think of no one as a drudge. Open your heart and open your mind, Always continue to be so kind. 🌉👹🌲🖤 #TrollPoetry #BridgePoetry #HikingPoetry #TrollUnderTheBridge #CreekBed #Creek #Stones #Trees #Bridge #Troll #LoL #Poem #Poetry #Poet #Writing #HikingPoem #BridgePoem #TrollPoem #Rhymes #Hiking #Hike #SonomaMountain #SonomaCounty #LoveEachOther #LoveLife #WeAreAllConnected #SeeTheBeauty
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Mandie Moss (@themandie) on
Jul 7, 2018 at 4:17pm PDT
He sits and waits beneath the bridge, For his victim to come close within his crib. He'll take from you your candy like a baby, And leave you with nothing but a bib. I walked along the wooden planks, Where he observed through cracks so faint. I stopped to gaze at the creek pattern, And he watched me without complaint. I almost escaped but it was fate, For he saw my hair, And could relate. "Who is it that you be?!" As he jumped in front of me. "I am but a soul on this journey. Somewhat like you, I see." I spoke to him as if he's normal, Which caught him off his guard. Grunge and tattered but once formal, His clothes revealed he has been scarred. "I coming to gobble you up!" Said the troll. He saw my face as I laughed for I will pay my toll. "Well, come along! I've got two spears, And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; I've got besides two curling-stones, And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones." He speaks his anger, But I see his heart. I feel no danger, Yet rather to play my part. "Oh dear troll! I've got two sticks, and I'll make into wands to stop your tricks; I've got besides two crystal stones, And I'll heal all your bits, body and bones." One eyebrow up, he gives me a grin, For this game was never his to win. He let me pass with one condition, Always remember to stop and listen, For appearance isn't all to judge, So think of no one as a drudge. Open your heart and open your mind, Always continue to be so kind.
