Another dribble as I dash out the door...Merry, I think.

[rabidsamfan]

The sky of the Shire isn't half so very large,
And the sky of Rohan is a blue bowl
Set above a golden sea of fluttering grass.
Clouds, like wind made visible above,
Shadows gliding silently below them.
The world is wide.
But the clouds
are always
familiar.