{"id":105462,"date":"2018-09-01T01:40:45","date_gmt":"2018-09-01T06:40:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=105462"},"modified":"2018-09-01T01:40:45","modified_gmt":"2018-09-01T06:40:45","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-60","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2018\/09\/01\/105462-the-great-hall-of-poets-60\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our\u00a0Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/span><\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Hama Stood<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by:\u00a0 Braag Son of Balin<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

In darkest days, The Rohirrim were mired
\nWith Grima, Isengard conspired
\nA glamour cast on Thengel-Son
\nHad led the Mark to brink of ruin, before waxing doom of Orodruin
\nWith Dotage, heavy on our sire
\nUntil Hama let Mithrandir\u2019s staff, cleanse his lord with secret fire<\/p>\n

Still with noble Theodred lost
\nAmid cruel Orthanc\u2019s unleashed host
\nAnd the Westfold feeling Dunland\u2019s wrath
\nFrom Edoras we fled in haste, to Helm\u2019s Deep\u2019s stony cold embrace
\nThere to brace with beam and post
\nAnd hunker down to hide in crystal caves what mattered most<\/p>\n

And as the rain drew dark that night
\nWhile evil enveloped the vale with blight
\nAnd terror that the onslaught wrought
\nSpread thru parapets and towers, bought with lives, the precious hours
\nCreeping dawn\u2019s reluctant light
\nFound the Hornburg\u2019s battered gates besieged in desperate plight<\/p>\n

It was in that darkest hour that Hama stood
\nAmidst the crumbled blocks and splintered wood
\nAlone he faced the snarling hordes
\nAnd guarded as the final ward, the only door \u2018tween death\u2026 and his Lord
\nHama stood where none other would
\nAnd no Uruk could move him, though death was understood<\/p>\n

At the last, impossibly he\u2019d borne
\nThe vital moments stealing to the morn
\nA door warden he was
\nAnd still remained, with thoughts of Leofred and Eorl he\u2019d been sustained
\nBut E\u2019en as he fell, he heard Helm Hammerhand\u2019s horn
\nRohan had survived, though ever forlorn
\nAnd forevermore with Simbelmyne his grave was adorned<\/p>\n

Hama, son of Leoforth
\nDoor-Ward of uncommon worth
\nOf whose courage, the minstrels sing
\nWith blood slicked back pressed \u2018gainst the door, he did retreat not
\nOne\u2026
\nStep\u2026
\nMore.
\nRising from his lowly birth,
\nSacrificed, he bore the price, for Mark and King
\nand Middle Earth<\/p>\n

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

The Jewel Folk<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Tom F.<\/em><\/p>\n

King Graenor of the Dwarf Folk,
\nkneeled beside a moonlit sea,
\nand there he pledged his heart,
\nto a fair Wood Elf Queen.<\/p>\n

Defying Ancient Law,
\nbeneath the stars they wed.
\nThe first forbidden union,
\ntheir vows in secret said.<\/p>\n

Then one autumn morning,
\nto them was born a son.
\nAnd two races of the Fair Folk,
\nbecame joined as one.<\/p>\n

Thus began the Legacy of
\nthe Children of the Woods.
\nBright shining Forest Gems,
\na race misunderstood.<\/p>\n

For Dwarven sages wise,
\nand Elven priests of Light,
\nproclaimed these small folk,
\nwere demons of the night.<\/p>\n

(C) Copyright 1992 by Tom Frye<\/em><\/p>\n

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

My Heart lies in the Shire<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

\nThe gentle rolling hills and lush woods under clear, warm skies.
\nTell tale plumes of smoke drifting lazily upwards from secluded little Hobbit holes,
\ndotted like colourful sequined buttons in a velvet cushion of green.
\nNo sight of a Lordly monument or Kingly spire.<\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

Gardens overflowing with an array of scents and colours.
\nLovingly tended by fussing little Hobbit’s
\nwho flit from rose to petunia like overly spoilt bees.
\nVegetables to honour the grandest of tables or humblest rabbit stew.
\nBeauty tenderly shaped from heath and brier.<\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs,
\nHornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots.
\nGood folk, proud folk. Folk of the earth and the meadow.
\nLoyal in friendship and strong of will.
\nA deep lust for a life to which I aspire.<\/p>\n

My heart lies in the Shire<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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