Barefoot Pete
Welcomes you to

J. R. R. Tolkien created a place called Middle Earth. It is inhabited by many types of creatures including elves, dwarves, trolls, orcs, dragons, wizards, and of course hobbits. Middle earth is an amazing place. It's hard to believe it all came from the mind of one man. There are elements of the middle ages, as well as viking times. I orignially read these books many years ago when I was still in high school. I recently reread them all. It took quite some time, but was worth every minute. You should, at the very least, read The Hobbit.

I've included a selection of poetry from each of the books. I hope you'll enjoy what you see here.

Barefoot Pete

 

~ The Hobbit ~
or There and Back Again

In his book The Hobbit, we are introduced to Middle Earth and many of it's inhabitants. This books tells the story of Bilbo Baggins and how he came into possession of The One Ring of Power. Bilbo called the memoirs of his travels There and Back Again.

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet, And wither then? I cannot say. The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can! Let them a journey new begin, But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn, My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

 

 

 

~ The Lord of the Rings ~

In the trilogy The Lord of the Rings we pick up where The Hobbit left off. Bilbo is celebrating his eleventy-first birthday and his nephew Frodo Baggins is celebrating his thirty-third birthday and is coming of age. Bilbo has named Frodo as his heir and he passes the ring and most of his possessions and wealth to Frodo before disappearing from the shire. Quite some time passes and then Frodo's adventures begin.

 

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

 

In western lands beneath the Sun   the flowers may rise in Spring, the trees may bud, the waters run,   the merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night   and swaying beeches bear the Elven-stars as jewels white   amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie   in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high,   beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun   and Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done,   nor bid the Stars farewell.