Poems of the Pine: Interlude in the Old Forest

As we wait for Mordor, let’s take a walk in the Old Forest.

Interlude – The Old Forest

Deep in the dark
And dangerous wood
A hatred hampered
Four hobbits on a quest
Their path did twist
To push them south
To the Withywindle
Where willows slept
 
By the foulest tree
Frodo was snared
As his friends were trapped
In a frightful grip.
As Frodo’s hope faded
He fervently called
Till Tom answered
As the tamer of the wood.

Perhaps I won’t take that walk in the woods.

Pineleaf Needles