Peregrin the Took;
Such loyalty to friends,
Without great wisdom.
Pippin of the Shire,
He’s traveling without food -
Courageous hobbit.
Pippin’s gravity:
Hit by so many apples,
Newton would be proud.
Following Pippin,
Trouble dogs his small steps,
A stone’s throw away.
Grateful for his life,
Service to a dour Steward,
His payment in full.
So incongruous,
Curly-headed hobbit lad
Counted with the Great.
Strange to think that drink,
Rather than maturity,
Makes Ent Friends grow up.
Wisdom of ages
deep hidden in the heart of Pip
in good time appears.
Clash of sword on sword
Pip raises his small weapon
small feet quick and sure.
Pippin walking
An apple tossed
What if trees could talk?
