Imagination Unrivalled
~A tribute to the Master Storyteller~
~Tribute to J.R.R. Tolkien~
A mind of genius true, perhaps,
did course within a life so full,
and with a humble start so small,
a tale did grow and ever pulled
the heartstrings of so many folk
who read it once, and then again
as understanding made its way
into the souls of many, then
another tale, and longer, wound
its way into the mind and heart
of that dear dreamer, bolder still,
and so again such lore did start
to weave its birthing pangs along
the path where patience worked with will
to find and make the image grow,
and formed the shapes much larger still
and then became the magic words,
the pictures of a fertile mind
in constant searching out the ways
for which it should then leap and find
that greater still, the perfect work
for which imagination seeks,
as on it went then through the days
and nights of toil, of love, in weeks
and years of conflict, and of doubt
at times of self, but never dire,
as high imagination flew
on silvered wings and ever higher,
and made that tale for which it sought
so long and hard in boldest mind,
and crafted carefully a lore
no other like--his own design.
Funny! 
A lovely one. Could have been written by a lovestruck elfmaiden. 
