I do write poetry, but I fear I haven't in a while. ;p I think my "The Gardener" is somewhere in this thread, but I won't repost it and bore you folks, so...
Two friends alone in the dark
grasping each other's hands
"Mr. Frodo, where are you?"
Searching through the gloom and stench
grabbed by foul enemy!
A struggle for is own life
But my own does not matter!
"Frodo, where are you?"
Blood then does grow icy cold
A foul beast with evil eyes
a battle powered by rage
Die, horrid cat of Sauron!
All then is silent
He speaks, but there's no answer.
A stout heart then breaks.
I will do it alone, then
How can I go on?
I'll be back for you, I swear
If I do come back...
(c)2003 Stacey Uffelman
...there. Bored you with that instead! Forgive me for blithering, just trying to get my juices flowing again.....
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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