Good Ol' Samwise GamgeeA poem by Heather | 5/2/2008
Onward, forward, following
Into darkest night There’s no hope for them Not a glimmer of light Plodding on Through hopeless gloom Bearing an evil burden The Ring of Doom This fell upon Frodo Baggins The heir of Bilbo the hobbit His friend Sam wanted to go His wish, well, he got it! Sam had only wanted To see the elves |