{"id":103112,"date":"2017-05-02T23:02:14","date_gmt":"2017-05-03T04:02:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=103112"},"modified":"2017-05-02T23:02:36","modified_gmt":"2017-05-03T04:02:36","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-april-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-april-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – April 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Boromir’s Redemption”<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by David McG.<\/em><\/p>\n

“I held the sword that was broken..and it forbade a terrible fate.<\/p>\n

In Imladris I took counsel. Whilst it’s tidings I heeded to late.<\/p>\n

Though stronger than spells out of Mordor, a token I let take my heart.<\/p>\n

Now Doom is indeed close at hand , comes the Bane of my forebearers lore!<\/p>\n

Leads the Halflings to stand by me in frozen fear….<\/p>\n

And watch as I fall to the floor.
\nOut from the trees comes my nemesis. With the twisted blind hate of his kind.<\/p>\n

Here to bend fate for his Master designs. To take back the ‘token’ I thought mine.<\/p>\n

But fate has awakened my heritage. My pride has been tempered at last!<\/p>\n

The Halflings….my friends, my companions. Will not fall to Mordors Dark past.<\/p>\n

Though…. pierced….. with blacks shafts………….that bring me …….to …..<\/p>\n

my……<\/p>\n

fall.
\nTo my last!<\/p>\n

I have given… my all…….”<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

Oh Humble Lad, Oh Loyal Friend<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: Mitch P.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh humble lad oh loyal friend,
\nWhat dreams you dream of journeys end.
\nYour focus fades to stories told,
\nOf heroes bold and magic old.<\/p>\n

Best now for you to focus view,
\nOn what is good for me and you.
\nOn cabbages that leafy grow,
\nOn taters that spring from below.<\/p>\n

For tending life is no small thing,
\nA nobler cause life couldn\u2019t bring.
\nNurturing the land you know,
\nYou give your love so things may grow.<\/p>\n

With busy hands beneath good soil,
\nYour mind still drifts towards hero\u2019s toil.
\nNo harm you think to, now and then,
\nDream of dragons, elves, and men.<\/p>\n

A good day passes, as it will,
\nAs night approaches cups do fill.
\nFor working hard is fine indeed,
\nBut finer still is day\u2019s end mead.<\/p>\n

As stories pass from friends and kin,
\nMerry making does begin.
\nYour place, you think, is only here,
\nAmong your friends and family dear.<\/p>\n

No need for life away from home,
\nNo need to wonder or to roam.
\nAt last you stumble to your bed,
\nOn pillow soft you rest your head.<\/p>\n

But something pulls you from your rest,
\nWhat is it that you haven\u2019t guessed.
\nYou strain your mind, then thoughts emerge,
\nOh dear, forgot to trim the verge!<\/p>\n

Racing now in drunken haze,
\nTo fix before his master\u2019s gaze.
\nThe flowers by his window sill,
\nTrimmed neatly, will look better still.<\/p>\n

But something odd you see ahead,
\nYour master isn\u2019t in his bed.
\nSo quiet now you must complete,
\nThe task for which you\u2019ve set your feet.<\/p>\n

But odder still is what you hear,
\nPerhaps, you think, I\u2019ll bend my ear.
\nBut what you hear s\u2019 hard to believe,
\nYou should of never dropped no eves.<\/p>\n

This tale you hear, it feels so wrong,
\nNothing like an elven song!
\nWhat\u2019s worse, they speak as if it\u2019s real,
\nYour fear becomes hard to conceal.<\/p>\n

One nervous rustle, then a whack!
\nAnd here you are, flat on your back,
\nWith elden eyes he stares you down,
\nYour master watches with a frown.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve heard too much\u201d, his voice does surge,
\nHe doesn\u2019t believe you about the verge!
\nHe says he knows just what to do,
\n\u201cWhere Frodo goes, you\u2019re going too!\u201d<\/p>\n

So off you go, the road ahead,
\n\u201cDon\u2019t ever lose him\u201d s\u2019 all he said,
\nHow very odd that work would lead,
\nTo what you thought you didn\u2019t need.<\/p>\n

So sure you were that home was best,
\nIn wildest dreams you\u2019d never guessed,
\nThat you of all would play a part,
\nIn tales you\u2019ve held so close to heart.<\/p>\n

Now far from home and all that\u2019s right,
\nFated now to face the night.
\nA dream come true, your tales begin,
\nMuch farther than you\u2019ve ever been.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

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