My Dream - a poem
I went to Middle-earth on the quest to destroy the Ring.
I saw the hobbits leave Bag End.
Go on their journey with no time to spend.
I saw them at the Barrow Downs,
Where Merry thought he had drowned.
I saw them at the Inn of the Prancing Pony,
Where it was anything but cozy.
I saw them at Weathertop,
Where Strider got the Ringwraiths' attack to stop.
I saw the Council of Elrond.
Where the Fellowship formed a bond.
I saw the nine,
Enter Moria, go into the Mine.
I saw Gandalf, with all his wizardy magic.
I saw him fall with the Balrog. O! That was tragic!
I saw Lothlorien, great and fair.
A mystery about it filled the air.
I saw Boromir fall and die.
I felt as if I might cry.
I saw Frodo and Sam on the Emyn Muil.
It all seemed so real.
I saw Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli at Helm's Deep,
Where the Uruk-hai had begun to creep.
I saw Merry and Pippin at Orthanc.
With all that water around, I'm sure it stank.
I saw the death of King Theoden,
at the horrible Ringwraith's hand.
I saw Gollum fall into the Crack of Doom,
Where Sauron's power exploded like a "BOOM!"
I saw Aragorn recieve his crown.
And to their King, the people bowed down.
I saw the Scouring of the Shire,
In the hobbits' time of dire.
I saw Frodo leave for the Undying Lands,
Where Sam cryed into his hands.
I awoke with a sweat.
Who had I just met?
I had seen the hobbits, short and small,
and the Elves, proud and tall.
At last I went back to sleep,
and dreamt the same dream for the next week.