« on: January 21, 2010, 01:16:08 AM »
(I wrote this while contemplating the plight of the Hobbits within the Old Forest, and their rescue by Tom Bombadil.)
Tavari, Tavari, always about but hardly seen
grant me safe passage, through thine halls
majestically wooded, draped in green
O Hidden People, O Hidden People
as these woodland paths I tread
bless my Sight, make wide my eyes
that thine works, and little wonders
along my travel, I may spy