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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
