Brothers

by Max-Turtle

Just a little poem I wrote when I had spare time in my history class.

A messy pile of straw, meets a neat bale of hay.

One is wild and unkempt, the other tidy and tame.

The straw will move away, unrestricted and free.

The hay will stay where put, unrestricted but behaved.

Even though they are different, they are still the same.

Like brothers...

Author note: In this poem, the pile of straw was sort of meant to represent Kili, and the bale of hay was meant to represent Fili, and sort of just show their similarities and differences in a different sort of way. I know it's not that good, so if you've got any tips, criticism or pointers, it would be much appreciated if you review. Thanks!