Lady Luthien
November 3rd,2003, 12:22 AM
My brother wrote this poem inside a collector's edition of Lord of the Rings that he gave me for my birthday, and the poem was so awesome that I wanted to share it here. It blew me away...it was just like Tolkien! (The poem is simply about what Lord of the Rings means to different people)
To the little folk this is a story
of their fathers of old,
Generations buried by time sprout
from these pages as mightily as the Great Oak,
Grappled tightly to history their lore
welds within these bindings an ancient
language as powerful as life itself.
To the large clamorous folk
it is a fantasy, a written dream to taste
the waters of time
A seed for our imagination that will never
cease to grow.
ahhh! I just love it!!!! :grin:
To the little folk this is a story
of their fathers of old,
Generations buried by time sprout
from these pages as mightily as the Great Oak,
Grappled tightly to history their lore
welds within these bindings an ancient
language as powerful as life itself.
To the large clamorous folk
it is a fantasy, a written dream to taste
the waters of time
A seed for our imagination that will never
cease to grow.
ahhh! I just love it!!!! :grin: