A Voyage to Middle-Earth

Find me a ship that can sail on the sea Whose waves are the washed-away years, Over the Ocean of Dreams; let it be Sweet Middle-Earth’s shore that she nears. Voyage to Ennorath, tree-tangled land, To find my old friends fairing well, Take dwarf, elf, hobbit, and wizard by hand, And hear what new tales they will tell; Wander in Lorien, try to console Ga-LA-driel’s Elven lament; Party with BOMbadil, merry old soul; At leisure, converse with an-ent. Fly with the Eagles, look down on the graves Where Dragon or Bal-rog once fell; Stand on the shore and look over the waves Toward where the Val-ar now dwell; Ride to the mead-halls, astride the swift steeds Of Rohan, that race like the wind; Hark to the harpers and hear of the deeds Of those who sought virtue, or sinned; . Learn of the lore of the long-ago times Before Sauron dared to attack; Hear how his creatures accomplished his crimes, And how the Free Folk fought him back; Join in the praise of the courage they showed By facing that fell, fearsome foe; Joy in the peace and the freedom bestowed On good folk to flourish and grow. Let me sing with them the songs of the Quest, The heroes, the brave and the fair; Let me hear legends of Middle-Earth’s best… But, most of all, let me be there! . . . . . .