A Hobbit's Poem
I've lived this life over and over again Through times and vines that grow
my time on this earth stretches through mountains of old
through middle earth and back
my wisdom matures like the roots of this old oak tree
my feet are flat and solid as they firmly place themselves
on this patch of earth
The miles keep on rolling
as I make tribute to the flighty temptress, adventure
I travel through dirt of many colors
pass by tribes of different faces
dwarves that roam,
mines of old
of riches untold
of fairies that fly
and sprinkle magic dust on the worthy
of times of old when trolls patrolled bridges
of men that travel
men of Rohan, who strive to protect their people
of their proud majestic horses who swiftly plunge through rives
of rives that eavesdrop,
of dark magic that plunders the heart of the wise
my feet have earned many rewards of valor
and my people are kind and humble
there cheery faces transcend through times of evil
their laughter rings over mountains of stone
who am I do you ask?
I am of a race of people
that through time, rain and horrendous pain
never evolve from their firm, stubborn minds
I am Bilbo Baggins
and I am a Hobbit