The Essence of the Shire

by Tigerlily Sackville-Baggins

A poem I wrote about how much I truly wish I was a hobbit. Talks of the shire and its treasures. =)

Disclaimer: As Wingleader Sora Jade said , "I own nothing of Lord of the Rings, though it owns me."

A/N: For all the people who dream of that little, oblivious, green land.

Shire (real original aren't I?)

A green that eyes have never seen

A blue that compares to none

That cascades out towards the open sea

And through the rivers run

Hills that roll like blankets

Strong but silky, soft and warm

Never ending fields hide its treasures

And keep them safe from harm

Wild flowers grace they road

Each springtime numbers swell

And underneath the most unlikely place

Its citizens will dwell

Simplicity is everything

And cherished in the home

But in its peace and harmony

This small land stands alone

And to all that, one word will fit

To set my heart afire

Oh how I wish that I could be

A hobbit of the Shire.

-Melanie