Poem -  An Ode to an Abode

Post date: Sep 03, 2011 10:52:12 AM

By Simbo Rumblebelly 

So open up the weathered little door 

The wooden beams reach to the creaking floor 

There lies inside a fading welcome mat 

And nearby is a stand to hang some hats 


Fine pictures line the narrow passageway

An aging clock that ticks the time each day

And vases full of roses, red and white

Beside the doorways leading left and right


A table, chairs all neatly put aside

A wooden chest, its secrets locked inside

A line of books all bound in coats of red

Await a time that they all may be read


A fireplace waiting patiently, a chance

To grow once more, and make its fiery dance

For silence seldom stalks inside the rooms

What flame inside will glow to clear the gloom?


For this is more than just an empty shell

Not just a house, not just a place to dwell

This place is more than pretty painted halls

What brings to life the home inside its walls?


It's not a home 'til someone steps inside

And throws the door, in greeting, open wide

You can't say welcome with a welcome mat

You'll need someone inside to take your hat!


An empty nest is just a mound of sticks

An empty house is just a stack of bricks

No magic ever weaves a life from stone

The Hobbit is what makes a burrow home

Some information about the artist:

Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor. He also is the initiator and promoter of synchronised dancing, giving classes and performances with his Dancing Troupe.