for LOTR & Tolkien fans...
Once again, I am caught up in an on-going poetry contest on the Tolkien site I frequent. Here's the latest result-- an ottavo rima on the theme of Fangorn Wood: Dark, dark is the the rich earth where our roots sink deep. Gloomy the air where we reach towards the sky. Long, long the years we have stood here asleep; Diminished, our peace as the ages passed by. But now we awaken to realize the creep of tendrils of smoke, drifing bitter and dry: Our borders are breached and our enemies walk Under... Sign in to see full entry.