Tonight In The Shire Poem by Justin Gildow

Tonight in the shire
It's times like these that I feel like Simon Belmont
Braving my way through the night
Even though there are no demons running around

The rose selling wenches carry their flowers
in their arms
Or they put their flowers in the wagons they drag
around
Counting and recounting all the money they've
made today
With the help of a street light outside

The cannons went off before the evening came
So they remain silent for the rest of this night

Visiting the joust field
I stand by the side of the field
With my arms wrapped around a wooden beam
And up in the sky
I stare at the stars
As well as gaze at the moonbeams
It all takes me away to a dreamy state of mind
A wonderful feeling that during this time
I can't shake
I can't escape
A wonderful feeling that I'm glad to have around
And yet somehow
I have a feeling that discarded magical items left
behind by the children are going to be found

Tonight in the shire
I can feel the magic