hobbits

#Walking through the Shire, on a warm afternoon#
#All the children are out playing and enjoying the sun#
#And their parents are all smiling, they go happily their ways#
#It's a day for life's enjoyment, it's like all the Shire days#

#Yes we do like our lives more peaceful#
#And we do not enjoy haste#
#If there's one thing makes us hurry#
#It's if there is pie to taste#
#So if you're coming to the Shire#
#Just adopt our gentle pace#
#Do remember life is precious#

Grand Hobbity Song

Late in the night, the forest is dark
A light up ahead by a tree
With songs in the air, both jolly and sad
The ellufs go west to the sea
But cherish the moment if yer come across them
Go sing with yer voice all night long
And the land we live in will ever be safe
If yer share with them ellufs a hobbity song

It's time for an adventure now
So when I rise from bed
I hope to make this normal day
Adventurous instead

Rather than going left today
Perhaps I'll take a right?
And follow where the road may lead
I'll wander 'til it's night

If any fences, gates or walls
Should rise in front of me
I'll hurdle them with such a bound
And see what I can see!

-2^nd Day of  Winterfilth 3019 -

The sun was already up when I awoke this morning, the walk to Oatbarton yesterday must have taken more out of me than I thought.

Spent the morning doing a spot of cleaning and then preparing some herbs I had left over, they were no longer fresh so I had to finely chop and then leave them in an open oven to dry them.

Choices will I face today
Decisions soon will come my way
Thinking, should I, all the while
So should I frown, or should I smile?

Should I snooze, or should I rise
And wipe the sleep from weary eyes?
Should I put on something smart
Or clothes than soon will fall apart?

Should I pour a cup of tea
And sweeten it, one lump or three?
Should I stay sat in my chair
Or should I take the morning air

A minstrel sat by an apple tree
And played out softly melodies
Whilst busy hobbits passed him by
With scarce a glance from out their eyes
Too quick to note his smart green suit
Or hear the tunes flow from his lute
Or listen to his telling words
The only audience, the birds