The Song of Boromir

The Song of Boromir

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows.
The west wind comes walking and about the walls it goes.
What news from the west, O wandering wind do you bring me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the tall by moon or by star light?
I saw him ride over seven streams over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
Into the shadows of the north, I saw him then no more.
The north wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.
O Boromir! From the high walls westward I look a far,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

Strider's song

Strider’s Song.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fir shall be woken.
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

That's What Bilbo Baggins Hates

Chip the glasses and crack the plats,

Blunt the knives and bend the forks,
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates.
Smash the bottles and burn the corks,
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat,
Pour the milk on the pantry floor.
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat,
Splash the wine on every door.
Dump the corks in a boiling bowl,
Pound them up with a thumping pole.
And when you’ve finished,
If any are whole send them down the hall to roll.
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates,
So c carefully carefully with the plates.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

The Olipaunt Poem

Hear I will probably only post poems that I coped from books that I have read.

The Oliphaunt Poem.

Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass,
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old and tall.
If ever you’d met me
You wouldn’t forget me.
If you never do,
You won’t think I’m true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.

By J.R.R. Tolkien