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Apples

Under The Apple Tree

Submitted by Elyja on March 22nd, 2014
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A poem about apples and rosie cheeks 

Little Wildstraberry

Submitted by Amorey on June 27th, 2013
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Afterlithe ( or June as the Big Folks call it) it's the best time of the year to harvest of the Hobbits favourite sweet crop. Strawberries were cultivated by the hobbits as early as the First Age. Strawberries are not only delicious but also regarded as an aphrodisiac and soup made of strawberries, porridge and soured cream are traditionally served to newly-weds hobbits at their wedding breakfast .

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Shire Rose
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The Chronicles of the Rose

Apples And Wildstraberry

Submitted by Amorey on June 27th, 2013
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There is much to do  in the orchards and fields , the apples are coming along well too. Apples from the North of the Shire are renowned for their quality, and they make the most delicious cider

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Shire Rose
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The Chronicles of the Rose

Sneaking in Apples and Ale

Submitted by Threland on February 15th, 2013
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Nothing is better than sweet apples together with some fine ale. Good enough to make Threland keep it all for himself! Even the horse sneaks, for it was promised a share. How eluded it was...

A tale of the past, part four - the first friendship.

Submitted by Sefa on August 11th, 2012
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He came again! Several times in fact. It was always the same: I'd be playing in the garden, he'd appear and we'd sit together, me talking at him, him listening in silence. I loved it! The secret boy who hung onto every word I said with such interest that it made me want to say more and more. Occassionally I'd ask him a question; who are you? Why do you come here? How do you know how to get into my garden? What's your name? Where're you from? Where's your family? But he'd always reply with a knowing smile and more silence.

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Sefa's Story

Adventures in Eating - Some Poems about Food

Submitted by Simbo on April 16th, 2010
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The Piem

Bring out the pie
Raise it up high
Up to the sky
A sight for sore eyes!

Put down that pie
Tempting, it lies
Keep off the flies!
From spoiling that pie

Look at the pie
The time is nigh
Take some to try,
No need to ask why!

Eat up the pie
Wave it goodbye!
Lick the plate dry,
With contented sigh

There's no more pie
Call out "oh my!"
It makes you cry
For more of that pie!

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Grand Order of the Lost Mathom
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