Ruth Furukawa
New Member
I arranged everything Sam said in his first conversation as a free-verse poem
But what about these tree men
These giants, as you might call them?
They do say that one bigger
Than a tree was seen up away
Beyond the north moors
Not long back
My cousin Hal saw one.
He works for Mr. Boffin
At Overhill and goes
Up to the Northfarthing for the hunting.
He saw one.
And this one was as big
As an elm tree, and walking---
Walking seven yards to a stride,
If it was was an inch.
All the same, you can't deny
That others besides our Halfast
Have seen queer folk
Crossing the Shire--- Crossing it, mind you:
There are more that are turned back at the borders
The bounders have never
Been so busy before
And I've heard tell
That elves are moving west.
They say they are going to the harbors
Out away beyond the White Towers
They are sailing, sailing, sailing
Over the Sea.
They are going into the West
And leaving us.
Well I don't know.
There's some, even in these parts,
As know the Fair Folk and get news of them
There's Mr. Baggins now, that I work for
He told me they were sailing
And he knows a bit about Elves.
And old Mr. Bilbo knew more:
Many's the talk I had with him
When I was a little lad.
It works surprisingly well, I think.
But what about these tree men
These giants, as you might call them?
They do say that one bigger
Than a tree was seen up away
Beyond the north moors
Not long back
My cousin Hal saw one.
He works for Mr. Boffin
At Overhill and goes
Up to the Northfarthing for the hunting.
He saw one.
And this one was as big
As an elm tree, and walking---
Walking seven yards to a stride,
If it was was an inch.
All the same, you can't deny
That others besides our Halfast
Have seen queer folk
Crossing the Shire--- Crossing it, mind you:
There are more that are turned back at the borders
The bounders have never
Been so busy before
And I've heard tell
That elves are moving west.
They say they are going to the harbors
Out away beyond the White Towers
They are sailing, sailing, sailing
Over the Sea.
They are going into the West
And leaving us.
Well I don't know.
There's some, even in these parts,
As know the Fair Folk and get news of them
There's Mr. Baggins now, that I work for
He told me they were sailing
And he knows a bit about Elves.
And old Mr. Bilbo knew more:
Many's the talk I had with him
When I was a little lad.
It works surprisingly well, I think.
