hobbits

I walked along the riverbank when something caught me eye,
A little bobbing wooden boat beneath the sunlit sky,
Now boats are tricky things, of course, but deep inside I knew,
My inner Took could not resist the call of waters blue.

Travel Diary, Day 6

Arrived at place called the Forsaken Inn. Very bad beer and queer folk about but many good stories to be had if you are patient. A passing Dwarf was playing Great East Road and I stopped to listen for a bit. Had to share a lot of pipeweed before folk would talk much.

So young Milo once felt hungry fer a hearty hobbit meal
And out there in the yard he heard his piglets play and squeal
He put on his leather breeches, singing to the Farmer’s Reel
All prepared ter make both sausages and bacon

It takes a little effort
It makes so little sense
To scale the straight and narrow
To run the wooden fence

Go forth with speed and balance
And you may reach the end
But first you need the courage
The fence post to ascend