Creatures Called Hobbits

This is for,
The little ones.
The small creatures
Of our world. Who live
In little holes in the gorund.
Who mind their own business,
Who don't go meddling in the affairs,
That are not their own. Who keep true
To the traditions of their ancestors.
They smoke their pipeweed and,
Drink their ales. They love to,
have fun. This is to the,
Little creatuers that,
Don't reach quite,
The height of a,
Dwarf. They're,
Known as,
Hobbits.



(written October 25th, 2007)

You're Finally Free

Dance in the street,
Like a swan on a lake.
Sing loud and proud,
Just like an angel.

Throw your arms up,
Let go of your cares.
Twirl around and around,
Like a figure skater.

Do you feel that?
Do you hear that?
Do you see that?
Did you know that?

That feeling is freedom.
That sound is singing.
That sight is curiosity.
That thought, you always knew.

Take hold of it though,
Never let it get away.
It took you so long to find,
Treasure it forever.

You're finally free.


(written August 6th, 2008)