The hill that once shouted and raged
now lies quiet and still.
Where 1/4 and 5 1/2 meet,
nearby dwells a Troll.
The place where I lie is haunted
by the ghosts of listeners past.
Whoso pulleth out this Eye of this huckleberry bush
is rightwise Eye Finder of all Tillamook.
The odd giraffe
half alive, half dead
kneels by the trail
where you must stray.
If more quickly you would find what you seek,
then start from the end.
Catch, and release. Catch, and release.
If you pass them while you search, say hello.
Sunset I can see,
but sunrise never falls on me.