poetry

From out the cold, the year began
As snow did cover all the land
We huddled close to friends and kin
To stop the cold from coming in

Then spring arrived to fill the land
With life so new, and treasures grand
So great the paths there were to tread
And many wonders lay ahead

And to the fields some friends did go
With seeds to plant and crops to grow
And others went to walk the bounds
To keep the Shire all safe and sound

And just what is that?
Asleep on the mat
So fluffy and fat
It must be a cat!

With soft flowing fur
A him or a her?
Noisily it purrs
Then quickly it stirs

It stretches its claws
Like sharp tools of war
It crosses the floor
And heads out the door

Soon prowling the grass
This fluffy outcast
But moving quite fast
As bounders walk past

Out hunting for shrews
And mice and rats too
Anything that moves
It gets one or two

Just look up at the moon
Way up in the sky
Are there hobbits up there
Who feast on moon pie?

Could it really be true
It's made of green cheese?
And all those moon hobbits
Can eat all they please?

Its landscape is shining
It glows very bright
Are its meadows silver?
Are the rivers white?

And are there gardens
With flowers up there?
And do the moon lasses
Wear them in their hair?

Who fills now the meadows
With shining white blossoms?
Who fills now the forests
With needles like leaves?

No warm winds make grow them,
No summer makes ripen
The fruit in the fields
That the farmer has sown.

No autumn wind colours
The forests with brightness,
The shade of the needles
Not dark on the pines.

As white as the blossoms,
So white stands the forest:
In frozen bright beauty
Paints winter his land.

Pies and tarts, a slice or two,
A bowl of soup, a bowl of stew,
Give me some bread to dunk in too,
And to that, a pint of brew.

A freshly caught and roasted fish,
With a big, full potato dish,
And of course a slice of quiche,
That is a Hobbit's dinner wish!

Some mutton always tastes fine,
If served with sauce and eggs in brine,
Then later some delicious wine,
Of course best servéd in a pint!

For dessert, I am fond of cake
And berry-pies I'll gladly take.
But if I should partake of steak,

On sunny days
With golden rays
It's good to go outside and play
But where's the fun
If there's no-one
To join your dancing in the sun?

Give a cheer
The party's here
So grab some food and drink some beer
But have a care
It's good to share
With friends around you everywhere

The food is sweet
Such tasty treats
Don't let the crumbs fall at your feet
Should you trip up
And drop your cup
A friend will help you clear it up

Hail the pigs
At home in their sty
A warm bed of mud
Is where they do lie
Looking for scraps
In leaves and in twigs
Gratefully grunting
All hail the pigs

Hail the sheep
Wrapped in thier wool coats
Like white fluffy clouds
In meadows they float
You can count them
Whenever you sleep
Blissfully bleating
All hail the sheep

Sing to the summer, the season of warmth, the sun and the fruit in the fields;
But welcome the autumn, the fall of the leaves, the artist of colour and change.

In red and golden leaves it paints, in cold and starry sky,
In fiery grass and flaming fruits, in misty fingers grey.
The winds it calls from east and west, from north and southern plains,
The clouds it shepherds to its will, bright sun and early rains.

I am the many flowers
I am the noble trees
I am the singing birds
The buzzing honey bees
I am the flowing rivers
And the swimming fish
I am the deep stone well
In which you make a wish

I am the fluffy bunnies
The squirrels and the shrews
I am the butterflies
With wings of red and blue
I am the fruiting orchards
With apples at your feet
I am the cherry blossoms
Whose fragrance smell so sweet

Now good things do
All come in twos
Here's a list
I'll read to you

Apples and pears
Rabbits and hares
Grey-haired hobbits
And rocking chairs
Peaches and cream
Sleep and dreams
Fish in rivers
Trout and bream

Scones and jam
Pots and pans
Pairs of gloves
And pairs of hands
Yawns and sighs
A pair of eyes
A pair of plates
Holding two pies