Saturday, 9 February 2013


With "The Hobbit" still at the Cinema, here is a poem about a lesser character from Lord of the Rings, the enigmatic Tom Bombadil:

I travelled in the early dawn
And over hill and under dale
Before the dark began to spawn
I walked along, so hearty, hale
But now dark is closing fast
Time to settle, not to roam
Travelling days now long past
In forest grove, I make a home
Old man willow sleeps by river
I know him well, this is my land
Barrow wights bring cold shiver
But not for me, I can withstand
And from over land and far from sea
River-woman's daughter, come to me

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