I am happy to announce that today's post has a guest writer. I hereby proudly introduce my 13 year old grand daughter, Tristen, who attends school in Arlington, Texas, with a poem she has written based on her reading of J. R. R. Tolkien's famous classic, The Hobbit.
A Hobbit In Mirkwood Woods
Tristen A. Dungan
Nothing but pitch dark forest.
Above the trees were big, black butterflies.
But below in the pitch dark,
Was nothing but eyes, eyes, eyes.
Firelight in the pitch dark,
Cobwebs clinging to the bark,
Swords stinging spider after spider,
Dangers getting wider and wider.
Hobbit and dwarves searching for food,
Wood-elves looking for truth.
Who will win and who will lose
Let's hope it's not the tree fungi's ooze.