Here is the poem I wrote for the Harnkegger poem competition! Hobbits at Heart We hobbits love our peaceful lives Away from folks of other types Dwarves, elves, and longshanks men Make us scared like Sandson’s hen But this thing I’ve known right from the start: Deep inside, all they’re hobbits at heart. I saw an elluf near Woodhall In a glade, hiding from us all Eyes shone a light old as the sun Full of memories, times that are gone Morning come, birds began a song The elf stood up and hummed along Paying homage to the early lark He was a true hobbit at heart. A ranger sits down with a pint Stares into it, sucks his pipe His face is scarred, his eyes so sad Seen many fates that ended bad Then a bard strums a merry beat The ranger smiles, taps his feet Even the saddest man beneath the stars Was feeling like a hobbit at heart. A grumbling dwarf once passed me by A lass had pulled his beard, who knows why He claimed to be an important dwarf Who wouldn’t bear this silly stuff But as I gave the dwarf a slice of pie The joy came back into his eyes And when we munched that tasty tart I saw he was a hobbit at heart. We’re all different as day and night But it is no excuse for a fight The stranger who might seem quite odd Might have a heart worth of gold Don’t judge by looks, and you can come far For we all are hobbits at heart.