The Hobbit Tree

The Hobbit Tree
 
At the edge of our forest,
                beside the curving creek waters,
                the Hobbit Tree stands
                like a tower.
 
It still lives, although
                a massive cave
                has been hollowed out
                where the trunks meets water.
 
Here, one can imagine
                a vision of Texas faerie folk,
                maybe dressed in green or brown,
                but definitely with wings.
 
The light plays on the water
                creating a moat around it,
                the dark depths beckoning
                twinkling with midnight lights.
 
All around, a carpet of moss
                spreads across the roots,
                covers the rocky promitories,
                that surround it like a wall.

The first day that we went to explore our 6 acre forest, my dad took us up into the woods, along the deer path, to show us the curving creek -- which we have dubbed Fawn's Creek.  We were in the woods, making considerable noise, when the white-haired gentleman who is our neighbor made a beeline right to us...To introduce himself, and, well, to make darn sure we knew where the boundary of his property was.  He traced an old delapidated fence wire... so rusted that it was only visible where it  had been nailed into the posts... the rest had rusted away.  We followed him through "Texas jungle" until we reached the creek.  He pointed to an old knarley tree and said "here...here is the boundary.. after this tree is my property"  The tree he pointed to looked like something out of The Lord Of The Rings.  It was huge, still allive, and there was a cavernous hole at the bottom of it.  It seemed just the place for a hobbit or a faerie to reside.  From that moment on, we named it The Hobbit Tree.  We go back there every once and awhile to see if we can find an Texas faeries.  There probably are some... if we just knew where to look