Westmarch



sometimes I wish

I were a

well-to-do hobbit

except for

the living

in the ground

even a comfort-home

in there

would aggravate

most likely

claustrophobia



as being carried by

an eagle

would invoke

the other

unreasoned fear I have



but still

to have a day

to write a book

of my adventures

having had

adventures

first



and to have tea

close at hand

with cakes

and at a table

by the window

with my pens

(all right

computer)

and paper

at my side

and on which

I write

(well

type)



and maybe to have

friends

who come to call

for friendly reasons

only



I hear their stories

while

I also think

on dragons

Dwarves

and Elves



and wistfully

believe

I should be somewhere else

with them



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