The Little Hobbit

A humble hobbit to quest life's amazing puzzle.

The Little Hobbit

The Little Hobbit

Alone in the ardent forest across from the river bend
There lived a little hobbit searching for bread
Out of tender moments stirring in his head
A smile would cross his face of tender admiration
He has chosen this life lived out in humble kindness
Searching through the trees looking for sap to bleed
We will never realize the final cost of such an ardent surprise
In the day light hours the little hobbit would sing
Beautiful rendition of an Irish blessing
A joy to behold ivy with a splash of hue
In solace he would often pray amidst the changes of the day
There was a village in the center of the town's square
To touch the hem on his pants would be quite a thrill
With rolling hills that would treasure it's decorum
Strangers would often walk down the path where the hobbit dwell
A brightened dream of hope for such a great story to tell
The little hobbit made a dash right through the under pass
He would treasure a red rose that was plucked a long time before
Running through the forest with brave intentions in his head
The solution to his madness was very simple
Let love spring a new this thought should carry you through

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a delightful little ditty that could symbolize many possibilities. First, I simply loved the book "The Hobbit" when I was young & you've captured that same irresistible likeability in your hobbit character, the way you depict him as happy-go-lucky. Second, I saw your hobbit as the kind of person I want to be in life, bopping along happily, not letting the tons of depressing s**t get me down, so I can be a beacon for others by writing fun & funny poetry. Thirdly, I started to see your hobbit as Jesus Himself, spreading a doctrine of love & upbeat ministrations about life all around. This is the kind of upbeat stuff our world needs right now, with so many writing about the bleakness of it all (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie