I don't know if this is the influence of Professor Tolkein, too, but when I came home I found that Sam has written a POWEM. He's never been very keen on reading or writing, and shows no sign of wanting to follow in my footsteps (which is a Good Thing, since the e-bookalypse is almost upon us and I don't think it will be possible to make a living writing stories for much longer). Still, it's nice to see him experimenting a bit with language. I think this is rather good.
The Tree Powem
By Sam Reeve
The wind blows silently on the tree top
As I sit there
Unscared of the big black Fox.
The pine needles fall
And I drop to the floor.