poetry

And X marks the spot
On the map of the wall
I wonder what's there
At the end of it all
This tattered old parchment
Its tales are to tell
So study the lines
And study them well!

The setting of the sun this day
A crimson light it throws
I see ahead, not far away
A patch of ground a-glow

A blaze of red upon the earth
It burns with fiery light
Yet sparks don't fall from out its hearth
Just colours, red and bright

Come and read a book with me
About the times of history
The book is worn and torn and old
And many stories will be told
We're sure to read of deeds so bad
And many tales, they will be sad
But yet on things we can depend
There may just be a happy end

Long have the Shire been in existence

Blooming in colours of green and yellow

The hills have been described in insistence

It is beautiful compared to fellows

The fire in every hearth in each hole

Gives warmth of love and home in each burrow

The feast of the hobbits, six, all in all

A happy and merry place with no sorrow

Oh, Winter's cloak will soon be shed
It's piercing winds are soon to go
And seeds that deep below have led
Emerge from out the melting snow

Appearing from their cosy holes
More Hobbits dare to step outside
Along then garden path they stroll
Where slender stalks now grow beside

An cat and a dog, and a little green frog
Were sitting atop of a tree
The dog gave a bark, and said "It's now dark"
"Now what will I have for my tea?"

Oh how I wish
I was a little fish
Relaxing in the lake
My little tail shakes
Make a splash
Make a splish
Little fish!

I'm Blest