a nun once had a hare-raising habit
chasing around the churchyard rabbits
she'd grab their tails of cotton
twisting until off they popped
and was never cured of the habit
Pale shape
Down path does run
Seeking something
Not here found
Dark of night
Hides the flight
Of the run
In moon light
Seeking to find
What is not here
Pale shape
Down path does run
Life Lesson from a Best Seller
In appreciation of the nature trails of New Zealand,
It was not the journey, but friendships that formed as a band,
The time and memories strengthened, and kept challenges at bay,
Best friends to the end learnt wisdom in treks of clay,
Hardships built strong characters, with life where they roamed,
From where they were comfortable in their larders at home,
From where they were comfortable they travelled,
Stories inside the story became clear and unravelled,
The dangers could be lesser, through Poetry and Song,
When hiking in good company the road is never long,
The twists and turns in life itself with the unfamiliar turf,
Help us grow and propel us forward, for all it’s worth,
When travelling with a pack there is nothing to lack,
Good company will always see you through,
Supported by each others strengths’, in all you do!
There was a young hobbit named Frodo
Whose kind are now dead as the dodo
He got rid of the ring
So much trouble that thing
Now he's got his eternal mojo
12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it
This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands
Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same
They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn
Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North
The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal
During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence
Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?
By: Dalton Ogletree
When my parents
returned from England
They brought me
a leather bound copy of the Hobbit
Now it sits proudly
on my bookshelf
What a fantastic story!
Full of hobbits, dwarves, goblins
wizards, orcs . giant spiders,
elves and Beornings
Imagination is ones'
key to a joyous life
The book has inspired a
multitude of poets, writers,
and yes - dreamers
As for myself I feel it
is an example of wonder
which is something we
are all in need of
in these dark and troubled times
So, friends - re - read the Hobbit
rejoin Bilbo and company
and take joy
from the existence
of Middle Earth
A Hobbit Dream
by: Earl Schumacker (influence & credits to J.R.R. Tolkien)
What’s its gots in its pocketsezzz is here
Words slithered from the creature’s mouth
Where it dwells alone within the mountain
What’s in its pocketsezzz my dear
Came again from the unseeing being from total silence
Never having contact with another thing before
Other than the darkness there
It had conversations with itself
Explaining speech that seemed a little odd
Well within the sealed off world beneath the mountain
Something sensed or heard or smelled of someone near
As it closed in with slimy skin upon the hobbit
Cold, wet, murky flesh fell on the lad
Who stumbled into this strange place and company at hand
The boy informed the creature it had nothing to fear
That he was simply passing through as a visitor down here
The entity insisted on the truth
What’s in its pocketsezzz it says
The hobbit says it’s nothing precious
At that he woke up from the sleep
With nothing in his pockets
The ring still stationed by the drain and sink
It must have been a hobbit dream
Hobbits sought refuge in the great house
of their creator Tolkien.
Within a unicorn played with a mouse;
outside the fog gave way to rain.
While hobbits scurried to prepare a feast,
a fence on the beach gave way.
But in Tolkien’s walls merriment never ceased
and Gandalf had little to say.
For all who live in fantasy,
happiness is easier to find.
Humans can share the ecstasy
if to outside forces they remain blind.
A sheltered life protects the heart;
life is simpler in fantasyland.
Hobbits and humans live worlds apart,
but both benefit from a helping hand.
“Still round the corner there may wait,
a new road or a secret gate.”
Perhaps just in the realm called fantasy
would a hobbit/human world come to be.
*Entry for Tracie’s “In a Land Called Fantasy” contest.
The quote is from author J.R.R. Tolkien
Small and grotesque was the young man,
Small by nature and small in heart.,
Love sought not to grace his soul/
Betwixt/ Without emotion he wasn't whole ?
He lacked sensitivity and a heart.,
For never he spared time for the good/
Spitting on life's values like black death !
Wished Hell on others and gave one last breathe /
Take me with you and be my saviour !
Hellish like eyes wishing dirty deals/
Slimmy hands planting evil seeds of death.,
Depth was his mind into rok and hole/
Letting Satan come in his body !
Before he knew him very well/
The hobbit went home to the doorstep of Hell !
Home at last at the Devil's house,
Proclaiming his love for sin and bad !
He valued to serve Satan and his fatal goons !
The hobbit will be back again sometime soon.,
His acts of sin aren't yet finished ?
This is in order to seal your doom !
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