You Helped Me Through
by WSJ

I don't own LotR.

()()()()()

It is sunny days and starry nights,
And lazy afternoons.
All the seasons spent together,
There is nothing we can't do!

Curled up on a window seat,
Or spralled underneith some tree,
I travel there and back again,
From Gondor to Bree.

How many nights do I lay huddled,
Underneith a blanket with flashlight and book?
And before I know how fast time flies,
The clock goes from 7 PM to 2 AM the next time I'll look.

My walls sit plastered with drawings,
Of Elves and Rivendell,
Of Frodo leaping back and forth,
From Hobbinton (Heaven) to Mt Doom (Hell).

Sometimes I draw Rosie and I with them,
Equals among their rank.
Dressed in grey Elven-cloaks,
Never given hoom or thank.

You, Middle-Earth, are my companion,
Thru the good and thru the bad,
Your book and characters are real to me,
And Boromir's death always makes me strangely sad.

It is cloudy days and lonely nights,
And rainy afternoons.
And after all these years have gone by,
Still nothing cheers me like you do.

()()()()()

For Elves, who give Middle-Earth an air of mystery.

For Hobbits, who give Middle-Earth a bit of this Earth.

For Dwarves, who give Middle-Earth a hard-core working people.

For Men, who give Middle-Earth a ring of truth and wonder.

For JRR Tolkein, who gives us what I believe to be Earth's true history, that of a Ring and the small, brave person who bore it.