Treebeard of Fanghorn - A Poem

An old forest all alone
Animals young trees of old
Quiet is thee under a tree
Speaking softly of food and tea

Leaves twiching in the wind
No one there to be thier friend
Light touches the leaves a grey
Many shadows in thier way

A river running peacefully through
A Cold drink,
A good bath,
Will certainly do

Ancient trees stand tall
Invisable eyes watching them all
TreeBeard! of 14ft tall
Looms out of the darkness to greet them all!

He bids a hello
Hobbits scared

To isangard we will go!!!
And Sauroman dead!

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