Tolkien~ Poem

How can it be?

That a penstroke may take me,

Unto a city of elves on a distant shore,

Or dragon strongholds in a frosty north,

To the undying home of a god,

Or to humble working sod,

Dreaming shires,

Wizard spires,

The same man who put Roverandom to sea,

Make Morgoth and Sauron come alive before me,

Quenya, elvish tongue,

Playful ballads being sung,

Unseen and unknown,

Gnawing at the depths below,

A Middle Earth,

Where song gave birth,

Out of world war and turmoil,

Creating fantastical soil,

The framework on which everything rests,

The thereafter, the greats and bests,

What creativity, what providence,

Has brought your words hence,

From inkpot, from pen, from key,

From the wells of your mind flowing free.