Poem of the Month: August
There's just barely time to get a poem in for this month, since I neglected to post one earlier. Bath-Song Sing hey! For the bath at the close of the day that washes the weary mud away A loon is he that will not sing O! Water Hot is a noble thing! O! Sweet is the sound of the falling rain, And the brook that leaps from hill to plain; but better than rain or rippling streams is Water Hot that smokes and steams. O! Water cold we may pour at need down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed but better is beer if drink we lack, And Water Hot poured down the back. O! Water is fair that leaps on high in a fountain white beneath the sky; But never did fountain smell so sweet as splashing Hot Water with my feet! ~J.R.R. Tolkien