Boromir the Brave

A Poem By Bernadette // 9/18/2008

Aragorn came through the trees
Found Boromir in the glade
Pierced with many arrows he was
Against the bark of a great tree.

Many orcs did there lay.
In Boromir hand was his hilt.
There lay the horn, cloven in two.
Aragorn knelt, Boromir spoke,
“I tried to take the ring.”

Twenty orcs were at his feet.
“I have paid, the Halflings they took
Bound they were, but dead not.”
Wearily his eyelids did close:
“Farwell Aragorn,” at last he spoke.
“Go to Minas Tirith, I have failed.”

“No.” Aragorn kissed his brow
“Few gain such a victory, be with peace
Minas Tirith shall not fall.”

A smile curved on Boromir`s lips.
He breathed his last, “ Was Frodo with them?”
But too late, he had passed.

“Alas” Aragorn said
And wept



I always dislike Boromir, right up until the end when I cry and wish he were still alive.

Love me, love my friends.
-Anne of the Island

Anna | Thu, 09/18/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

It's always so sad when

It's always so sad when reading the part where Boromir dies...:(
Awesome poem, Bernadette!

Clare Marie | Sat, 09/20/2008

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]



It very beautiful!


Anonymous | Mon, 09/22/2008


I really liked this poem! Very well written.

Elizabeth | Mon, 10/27/2008


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

Good Job!

I can't believe you wrote this when you were ten! It is very good!

Laura Elizabeth | Tue, 03/10/2009

The best stories are those that are focused, unassuming, and self-confident enough to trust the reader to figure things out. --


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