Disclaimer: This ditty's a shorty. First Lord of the Rings poem I wrote and basically these poems will go in consecutive order. If I spelled that correctly. But all this crap belongs to Tolkien, which does not make it crap, but brilliance. Read and review if you can, these are but wee things. Except for numero 3 (because I don't know how to spell the Spanish 3). Enjoy!


I am But an Ent

I am but a tree, but an ent,
My words are few, my movements spent,
In herding trees and foliage defend,
Spy for orchs and aching branches mend,
I am an ent, but I am strong,
For the many trees in hopes they live long.