The Land I Call My Home – a Hobbit’s folk song

by Feb 6, 2004Poetry

Rolling hills of green galore,
So far away from the Western shore,
With folk songs and tales of lore,
In this land I call my home.

Soothing pipe-weed and sparkling drink,
Under the oak tree to sit and think,
Remembering Gandalf’s knowing wink,
In this land I call my home.

Lively parties and stories told,
of Bilbo’s travels and times of old,
Our memories forever hold,
In this land I call my home.

Journeys far and journeys near,
Days of laughter and nights of fear,
There is no place I’d rather be than here,
In the Shire, my one true home.

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