poem

hey everyone, i thought i'd write a poem dedicated to middle earth and jrrt.

some say tolkien is dead
he's alive
through his works
through the life
he's created in middle earth.
i find myself
with frodo on anduin
with boromir at the council of elrond
at weathertop with aragorn
with pippin and merry
traveling with treebeard
its life, ever breathing
ever growing
forever