Humfrye’s Song
In good Shire earth my seed is sown,
I rest here with my thoughts, alone,
What more could any hobbit ask?
A groaning board, full pipe and flask.
Yet as I rest, I turn my eyes
To where the river meets the skies.
Hearth and home, hearth and home,
Lock the door and never roam.
Still the thoughts that softly pass,
Like quiet whispers in the grass.
