poetry

As sunshine starts to fill the sky
And things all stir from where they lie
There's something moving on the ground
So soft and small, it makes no sound

And now revealed; a little snail
Behind it lies its silver trail
And in the early morning dawn
It moves itself from off the lawn

And with its shell upon its back
It slowly slides along a track
Towards a wooden garden gate
Beyond which cabbage leaves await

The sun will rise to light your way
Although the Year now ends this day
But dark have been the recent nights
It seems that hope is far from sight
And all we see are clouds of grey

But often can our thoughts betray
And from our path we're lead astray
But just as birds have taken flight
The sun will rise

Now every Friday, every week
Green Dragon Inn is what we seek
In Bywater, it proudly stands
And folk they come, across the land

And what is it that draws us in
To Barmy's little humble Inn?
Why do we walk in through that door
Across the creaking wooden floor?

The ale perhaps? It taste's quite nice
And sold at quite a reasonable price
The food is quite enticing too
Though sadly pies are much too few...

It's a wonderful day
And now everyone's here
So we give a loud cheer
As the pair come this way
We're all wearing our smiles
As they walk down the aisle
It's a wonderful day
And the Hobbits all sing
Let the Wedding bells ring

Though winter is here
The nights are much colder
Another year passes
We're all one year older
It's time for a party
So come one and all
We bid you all welcome
To Songburrow Hall

The tables are laden
With treats and delights
The logs on the fire
Are burning all bright
And ribbons and trinkets
Are hung on the wall
So celebrate yule time
In Songburrow Hall

When trav'ling through the Misty Mountains, Undulen, very cold,

battling 'gainst the elements, and feeling rather bold,

came across a giant far too powerful for him.

He fought, but alas! He was no match, his Minstrel's battle-cries

would not dissuade the giant's blows, and so Undulen flies,

only to be trapped in snow! Undulen's fate looked very grim.

The market place in Michel Delving square
It's full of many finely crafted things
And younger Hobbits really should go there
As well as those who like to dance or sing!

You'll know it when you hear the hobbits sing
For two days every fortnight it is there
And many useful goods the tradesfolk bring
The market place in Michel Delving square

The Hobbit Cooks they make us treats
Like cakes and scones that taste so sweet
And best of all they make us pie
That tempting on the table lie
We're thankful for the food we eat

They cook all day, on busy feet
Whilst we await on comfy seats
Appreciate how hard they try
The Hobbit Cooks

As creeps the night and whispers come Remeber I the days

When I was young and held the bow, When I could music play.

The days that passed, the days of dreams  - all now is wept away...

And only sights of distant shores may now console the pain.

I dream of days when world was young and song beneath the stars

Could just be heard, could be the one that takes us from the night.

The darkness captured me and I could never have escaped,

I wandered in the distant lands without any hope...

I'm sitting by a flowing stream
Awash with grass and summer dreams
That graced my sleep
I cast my line out far and wide
And reaching to the other side
Where willows weep
I'm hoping for a silver prize
For rainbow scales delight my eyes
What gifts the river has inside its store
I'll sit and fish for tea on river shores