I think of the land of Middle-earth,
with hobbits, men, dwarves, and elves full of mirth,
What a pleasant place to be so bright and fair,
where brave deeds are done and magic is in the air.
To see the country rivers, lakes, and streams,
All the things I’ve imagined in my wild-eyed dreams.
A visit would be nice, indeed seem divine.
But a visitor in my world is the fate which is mine.