poetry

An cat and a dog, and a little green frog
Were sitting atop of a tree
The dog gave a bark, and said "It's now dark"
"Now what will I have for my tea?"

It gnawed on a leaf that tasted of beef
Whilst the cat ate a twig with a spoon
The frog gave a sigh, and leapt to the sky
And stuck out its tongue at the moon

Oh how I wish
I was a little fish
Relaxing in the lake
My little tail shakes
Make a splash
Make a splish
Little fish!

Oh how to stay
A-floating round all day
And sleeping in the stream
Where water fills my dreams
Take a dive
Make a wish!
Little fish!

I'm Blest

And so this year has found us here
All full of song and full of cheer
It's fine to have your friends so near
So celebrate the brand new year

It won't take long, until a song
Is sang, and you will dance along
And happy thoughts will make you strong
So dance away, you can't go wrong

The sun is out, so have no doubt
That there is much to sing about
If you can't sing, you can still shout

Oh, Winter time has come once more
And cold the blanket on the floor
With colour drained, the land is white
All Hobbits shiver in the night

Though chilled the wind the fills the air
But don't you let yourself despair
For new delights are all around
And fun is waiting to be found

Just step outside upon the lawn
And feel the cooling rays of dawn
The snow is sparkling, pure and clean
Just like a painted Winter scene

Yuletide Cheer

The snow is falling,
The wind is calling.

Through fire and smoke, we would stride forth. Stride forth with blade in hand, through the mountains and across the rivers.

Born in the harsh winter is this smith who bash and bend steel, for blades to those who stride forth for lord and land.

This smith of mankind would stand undaunted before death, wielding a blade in hand and stride for lord and land. Rhîwonnen is his name, fierce in war but humble in peace for he as all men of the west, serves the King.

There's something I should do today
A place to go? A thing to say?
But what it was, I now know not
I'm sad to say I've clean forgot
My mind is blank!

My memory, soon, I hope to wake
The more I think, my head it aches
No pennies drop, no bells do ring
I've forgotten almost everything
My heart has sank

Perhaps it could involve a friend?
Was there a letter I should send?

(You see a piece of paper balled up on the ground, thrown away in frustration.  You open it up, and find a song or a poem, mostly scratched out.  Clearly a minstrel wrote this, or was working on it, and got frustrated, unnable to find the right words.)

Of the Sun and Moon

~L

Marvelous rays!

Devine Perfect fire!

A heat and a wonder wihto without compare!

I will never tire weary of thee.

Marvelous beams!