Bullroarer

It takes a little effort
It makes so little sense
To scale the straight and narrow
To run the wooden fence

Go forth with speed and balance
And you may reach the end
But first you need the courage
The fence post to ascend

The Lament

These fields of green that peaceful lie
The grass does secrets now belie
For deep within this tender ground
Are echoes of far distant sighs

Where now the softest footsteps tread
Was once a scene all soaked in red
And calling us from long ago
The voices of the noble dead

We'll hear their voices on the breeze
A faintest whisper in the trees
Though songbirds all now dare to sing
Where now these shadows lie at ease

The Battle

Hobbits charging down and down
Footsteps thudding on the ground
Forks and axes raised up high
Hobbits crossed the fields
Conflict getting ever near
Louder grew the hobbit cheer
Close the red of goblin eyes
Hobbits braced their shields

The Speech

And so he strode in front the crowd
And standing tall, he said aloud
"My friends, my folk, my kith, my kin"
"The task we face is bleak and grim"
"A darkest threat is at our door"
"That threatens us for evermore"
"For evil's come with spears and knives"
"It has no care for hobbit lives"
"These Goblins that invade the Shire"
"Have brought with them their filth and fire"

The Battle of Greenfields

I'll tell you a tale from times long ago
It must have been two hundred years or so
Hobbits lived happily, tilling their ground
And Michel Delving was not such a big town!

With birds singing softly in the tall trees
Grass in the fields swaying in a cool breeze
Nothing could disturb the peace of the Shire
Until the day Bounders caught sight of a fire