The Shire

 

The Shire

Hidden in the valley,

and un-beset by time

near Blue and Misty mountains,

the Shire you will find.

High rows of burrow dwellings

fresh garden plots outside

with roads of cobblestones

that’s flush with hobbit pride.

Their walls a charcoal slate

deep green moss on their rooves

round doors and hashtag windows

to keep away the gloom.

All were built upon the downs

against the rolling hills

south of eastern farthing

west of the Buckland mills.

The Brandywine feeds the streams

that drink to their content

which feeds the farms and village

gold ales at their events.

Hearty people of the Shire

known as the little folk

gather harvest at the place

around the giant oak.

Well kept vineyards, hobbit wines

sold on the road to Bree

never ventured very far

they’re timid folk, you see.

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