[Thinhyandoiel]

Ah, I could not resist the call of poetry. Here is mine:

Rolling hills of peaceful ire,
greenary doth reign in passive Shire,
Land of Halflings of little known,
where seeds of bravery were hence sown.

In Hobbiton where Halflings dwell,
A tale so great, it here fell,
to little hands and little Ring,
to feet so swift as Eagle's great wing.

To one so Wise as to lead them all,
Gandalf remained true to his call.
Yet he fell in darkness, in mines so deep,
to where the demon his lair did keep.

To one so Small as to trust them all,
Frodo climbed the steepest wall.
Destroy the Ring, a mission sincere,
To quell the strength of his own fear.

To one so Great as to rule them all,
to Aragorn, a past did call,
to reclaim the throne of a Land unknown
Ranger of Anor, the kingdom of old.

To one so Loyal as to help them all,
to Sam did the fated decision fall,
yet heart stayed true and Seed was sown,
To get his beloved Master home.

Rolling hills of peaceful ire,
greenary doth reign in passive Shire,
Land of Halflings of little known,
where seeds of bravery were hence sown.
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S.Sangrey (Me!)

So, what do you think? All of yours are great! Don't think mine was all that good for a fifteen minute job...but oh well! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]