Hobbit Dreams

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If I were a Hobbit

I’d live in the Shire

I’d celebrate my 114th birthday

And meet Bilbo Baggins

(If he’s still alive)

 

I would be a proud 4 ft. 3

and cause mischief with Merry and Pippin

After all, it is my destiny

 

I could play riddles with Gollum

and desolate Smaug with the dwarves

or become part of the Fellowship

and explore, explore, explore

 

I could fight Orcs and Uruk-hai alike

or become a knight of Gondor

I could become Frodo’s gardener

or a soldier of Rohan

 

I could possess the One Ring

and withhold from its temptation

But, amidst the battle

Have excellent participation

 

But of course

I could do the things a hobbit does best;

eat as much (with a munch) as a large, large, horse!

 

 

 

My Chai Project- A Day In Ruth’s Eyes

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Today was a very interesting day. We had our breakfast of white radishes, sour cream, rye bread, and butter.We also enjoyed some cherries that Leah stole. Nate told her she doesn’t have to do steal again. The Hotel Jolen, where we are staying, is a center for refugees created by the UN. It is an old stone building that has seen better days. The building has lots of names on it written by the refugees who have passed through. Everyone is reading names, searching for family members, even though the chances are slim. I read out names for Leah, who says the names are too rough.

“Suddenly, as I am reading out the names, Leah catches her breath. ‘What did you say?’ I repeat the last name. ‘Not that one. The one before.’ ‘Sayde Leifman. Lublin.’ That’s my aunt,’ Leah whispers. ‘My Auntie Sayde.’” (Matas, 1996, p.39)  I assure Leah that we may be able to catch up with her Aunt. After all, she left a week ago. Leah’s eyes are filled with tears, and Leah almost never cries. We all spend the day reading names, rereading names, making sure the children are alright, and meeting other refugees. We sleep on the floor. The next morning, we go to the train station early in the morning, to Vienna. (Based on the character Ruth in After the War by Carol Matas)

Read my review on Shelfari here. Mine is the one written by “Jake G.” with the Star Wars picture.