Poem The Ballad Of Letti Sweettoe

Discussion in 'Poems' started by Simbo, Dec 1, 2013.

  1. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    A ballad about a young lass who worked at Tuckborough Hall, as told as part of the 9th Historical Field Trip!


    Now Letti Sweettoe was a lass
    Who lived by Tuckborough Hall
    And every Sunday she would work
    At cleaning round Great Smials
    For with her duster in her hand
    She'd sweep and wipe all round
    The dust was blown from off the books
    And cobwebs brushed all down

    One day whilst cleaning off some books
    One fell upon the floor
    When Letti reached and opened it
    A map was what she saw
    But Letti couldn't read so well
    So knew not what it told
    But seeing pictures of a chest
    She thought it lead to gold!

    She hid the book within her coat
    On leaving work that day
    Deciding rather eagerly
    She'd hunt it right away
    But where to start she was not sure
    For words she could not read
    Yet lines were dotted on the map
    To treasure they must lead!

    She recognised a picture first
    A drawing of the Smials
    And jagged lines from out the door
    Led Eastward to the fields
    Was that the symbol of a wood?
    Perhaps the willow tree?
    She made her aim to head there first
    To see what she could see

    She prodded at the Willow's roots
    And hunted round and round
    In bushes and beneath the rocks
    No treasure could be found
    This eager searching left her tired
    And time began to creep
    So resting up against the trunk
    She had a little sleep

    Her dreams were full of gold and gems
    Of necklaces and rings
    And splendid coloured silken clothes
    Such fancy special things
    But Letti startled from her dreams
    As voices she did hear
    And down the path she saw in dread
    Some brigands skulking near!

    She dived behind a nearby bush
    And hid there just in time
    Too late though Letti realised
    The book she'd left behind!
    And horror struck as she then saw
    The brigands picked it up
    The leader of them studied hard
    And started speaking up...

    "This book it tells of boundless wealth
    It's held at Tuckborough Hall
    Let's get our clan and then attack
    So we can claim it all!"
    And when the brigands sauntered off
    Young Letti turned to run
    "I have to warn the Thain!" she cried
    "Oh what is it I've done!"


    So, Letti ran and ran and ran
    Until she reached the hall
    And knocking on the oaken door
    She gave a mighty call
    "Oh Thain", she cried, "Please come at once,
    "For Tuckborough is in strife!"
    "And brigands come this very way"
    "With axes, clubs and knives!"

    The Thain tried calming Letti down
    "Now lass, what's this you say?"
    "It must be nigh on fifty years"
    "Since brigands came this way"
    So, Letti paused and took a breath
    And told the story true
    How brigands had now got the book
    And what they planned to do

    The Thain's old face turned ashen white
    He knew that doom was near
    Determination then took hold
    He said "We must not fear!"
    Beside the door there was a bell
    The Thain he rang it loud
    Then bounders from around the town
    Did form an eager crowd

    The Thain addressed the bounders there
    "Do heed what now I say"
    "For trouble comes to Tuckborough Hall"
    "We must defend this day"
    He turned to face young Letti next
    "It best that you now hide"
    "Fear not, we'll foil the brigands plans"
    "To raid what lies inside"

    The brigands came within the hour
    Their voices full of spite
    They smashed apart the wooden gates
    The bounders then gave fight!
    And trembling deep within the hall
    The noise made Letti weep
    The clash of arms on shield and stone
    And cries that pierced deep

    The battle lasted many hours
    But with the setting sun
    The brigands had not broke the line
    The hobbits had now won!
    Though bruised and battered, cut and scratched
    Such evil they had braved
    But now they stood triumphantly
    And Tuckborough Hall was saved!

    The Thain stood proudly by the Hall
    With Letti by his side
    "It's time, my dear, for you to learn"
    "The treasure that we hide"
    "Not gold, nor gems, but something more"
    "So come and take a look"
    "It's knowledge that we treasure most"
    "That's held within these books"

    So Letti never would forget
    She heeded what she heard
    And soon she learnt to read and write
    To treasure all the words
    And poems were her favourite
    She came to write in time
    Perhaps it was young Letti then
    Who wrote this very rhyme....?
    Tibba, Semphi, Lully and 5 others like this.
  2. Lina Chief

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    Grand poem, Simbo! Here's a picture from the performance!
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  3. Nimelia Voluntary Assistant Chief

    Grand poem indeed! And welcome back, Master Poet! Don't mind all them ponies, they're just having their own historic field trip in your yard ...
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  4. Spriggy Member

    Grand and epic poem! And there was fightin' and everything, almost like a scary adventure! *cheers*
  5. Rubellita Member

    Truly another epic poem, Master Simbo! Well done!! *cheers* And thank you for posting it here or else I would have missed it.
  6. Semphi Member

    A perfect tale yer told!

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