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Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Tom Bombadil Day
“How bright your garden looks!”
-Gandalf, The Lord of the Rings, Book I
Tomato seedlings from the hardware store
Happy little things, six of ‘em to a pack
I sing to them as I drive them home
They seem amused: I am no Tom Bombadil!
I sing to them more nonsense songs
(If no sniffy old Lobelias are listening)
As I gently, gently transfer them
With a pat and a prayer into the earth
And I sing to them; you will understand
For you too have lived in the dear old Shire
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
He lifts a well-turned wrist
Above their dismal heads;
He sings a tune and in their midst
His song puts them to bed.
And there he goes, a-laughing
Across the meadows clear,
Among the forests old,
He travels where and there and here
For years and years untold.
And there he goes, a-laughing
Once he found a Lady,
In river-water clad;
Under boughs and willows shady
The best of lives they had.
And there they go, a-laughing
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 9:41 PM UTC