This is a poem of mine- an idea of where the hobbits are now.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hobbits or Scotland. If I owned Scotland I'd be there now, and if I owned hobbits,ummmmmmmm..., well I don't anyways. : P
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One day I went to Scotland-
The Highlands stole my heart.
And there I met a hobbit
Who taught me of their art:
To hide from folk, big or small,
When I have the need,
To travel across the craggy land
With secrecy and speed.
He sang to me all their songs
Of what went on before,
He took me to the ocean;
We stood in awe beside the shore.
He told me what he always thought
Was far across the sea,
I laughed and said," I'm from that land,
Won't you come back with me?"
He puffed out his chest and stood up tall
(As hobbits are known to do),
Then he told me something
That was very sad but true:
"I am the only hobbit left,"
He sadly said to me,
"Not while I am living
Can I go across the sea.
Take the songs and stories,
Sing them for me!
Carry them into your land
Across the deep blue sea."
I left him there and there he stood,
Brave and proud and free,
And there he still was standing
When again I crossed the sea.
When I returned home
to, as they say, the land of the free,
I was singing songs
From that ancient melody.
Please now join in the music,
Be it sweet or shrill,
You must remember the hobbits,
If you don't, no one will.
.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hobbits or Scotland. If I owned Scotland I'd be there now, and if I owned hobbits,ummmmmmmm..., well I don't anyways. : P
.
.
One day I went to Scotland-
The Highlands stole my heart.
And there I met a hobbit
Who taught me of their art:
To hide from folk, big or small,
When I have the need,
To travel across the craggy land
With secrecy and speed.
He sang to me all their songs
Of what went on before,
He took me to the ocean;
We stood in awe beside the shore.
He told me what he always thought
Was far across the sea,
I laughed and said," I'm from that land,
Won't you come back with me?"
He puffed out his chest and stood up tall
(As hobbits are known to do),
Then he told me something
That was very sad but true:
"I am the only hobbit left,"
He sadly said to me,
"Not while I am living
Can I go across the sea.
Take the songs and stories,
Sing them for me!
Carry them into your land
Across the deep blue sea."
I left him there and there he stood,
Brave and proud and free,
And there he still was standing
When again I crossed the sea.
When I returned home
to, as they say, the land of the free,
I was singing songs
From that ancient melody.
Please now join in the music,
Be it sweet or shrill,
You must remember the hobbits,
If you don't, no one will.