Thursday, November 22, 2012

While the Ents stood guard

The Ents stand quard

I could live by this road.

A safe road.

A road to Hobbiton where adventures are frowned upon.

A daily walk to the local for a pint of stout.

Chimney smoke carried along on a cool breeze.

Rabbits rustling in the brush.


And everything would be as it was meant to be.

While the Ents stood guard.

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