The Rapids of Sarn Gebir - by Larner
Author: Larner
Title: The Rapids of Sarn Gebir
Rating: G
Theme: Back Garden of a Dream
Elements: River Rapids
Author's Notes: For Aliana1, RiverOtter, Awallen, and Engarian for their birthdays.
Summary: Pippin once thought to write a poem of how the Fellowship found the rapids of Sarn Gebir. To be part of the longer work that meets the last four challenges.
Word Count: 365
The Rapids of Sarn Gebir
Strider said of the river
he had no greater fear
than the stone-shattered rapids
of Sarn Gebir.
He said that the current
was fast and severe.
We must find the portage
’round Sarn Gebir.
Yet we sailed under stars
when the weather was clear,
for we knew we were some days
from Sarn Gebir.
Oft the banks were steep
and the walls were quite sheer
as we sailed further south
toward Sarn Gebir.
A Nazgul cried aloft;
eastern orcs gave a jeer
as we were seen sailing
for Sarn Gebir!
Arrows were loosed;
one orc threw a spear!
But still we sailed on
toward Sarn Gebir!
The Elf shot the beast
and we gave out a cheer
as it fell toward the rapids
of Sarn Gebir.
We found cover at last
and our relief felt so dear.
We’d wait before continuing
toward Sarn Gebir.
Thick fog rolled in
’fore we paddled clear
of the bushes that had hid us.
Now, Sarn Gebir!
We went slowly southward,
searching far and near
for the signs of the portage
’round Sarn Gebir.
The crash of the waters
was suddenly near!
“Halt!” cried our Strider.
“It’s Sarn Gebir!”
No warrior ever
with sword and with spear
labored as did we
’gainst Sarn Gebir!
We fought the foul current
as we worked hard to steer
our frail Elvish boats
from Sarn Gebir.
Better the rocks of the shore
than the stone teeth so near
as we paddled like mad
from Sarn Gebir.
The Elf sought the path
which we knew must be near
that would lead to the portage
’round Sarn Gebir.
“It’s over this way!”
he said to our cheer.
“We’ll soon carry our boats
past Sarn Gebir.”
So we Hobbits saw
to the packs and our gear
as the others hauled crafts
past Sarn Gebir.
The sound of the rapids
were in the left ear
as we walked through the fog
’round Sarn Gebir.
The sound and the fury
at last lessened in fear
as we approached the far jetty
below Sarn Gebir.
So it is in the future
I’ll admit with a tear
I’ve not yet seen the rapids
of Sarn Gebir!
Title: The Rapids of Sarn Gebir
Rating: G
Theme: Back Garden of a Dream
Elements: River Rapids
Author's Notes: For Aliana1, RiverOtter, Awallen, and Engarian for their birthdays.
Summary: Pippin once thought to write a poem of how the Fellowship found the rapids of Sarn Gebir. To be part of the longer work that meets the last four challenges.
Word Count: 365
The Rapids of Sarn Gebir
Strider said of the river
he had no greater fear
than the stone-shattered rapids
of Sarn Gebir.
He said that the current
was fast and severe.
We must find the portage
’round Sarn Gebir.
Yet we sailed under stars
when the weather was clear,
for we knew we were some days
from Sarn Gebir.
Oft the banks were steep
and the walls were quite sheer
as we sailed further south
toward Sarn Gebir.
A Nazgul cried aloft;
eastern orcs gave a jeer
as we were seen sailing
for Sarn Gebir!
Arrows were loosed;
one orc threw a spear!
But still we sailed on
toward Sarn Gebir!
The Elf shot the beast
and we gave out a cheer
as it fell toward the rapids
of Sarn Gebir.
We found cover at last
and our relief felt so dear.
We’d wait before continuing
toward Sarn Gebir.
Thick fog rolled in
’fore we paddled clear
of the bushes that had hid us.
Now, Sarn Gebir!
We went slowly southward,
searching far and near
for the signs of the portage
’round Sarn Gebir.
The crash of the waters
was suddenly near!
“Halt!” cried our Strider.
“It’s Sarn Gebir!”
No warrior ever
with sword and with spear
labored as did we
’gainst Sarn Gebir!
We fought the foul current
as we worked hard to steer
our frail Elvish boats
from Sarn Gebir.
Better the rocks of the shore
than the stone teeth so near
as we paddled like mad
from Sarn Gebir.
The Elf sought the path
which we knew must be near
that would lead to the portage
’round Sarn Gebir.
“It’s over this way!”
he said to our cheer.
“We’ll soon carry our boats
past Sarn Gebir.”
So we Hobbits saw
to the packs and our gear
as the others hauled crafts
past Sarn Gebir.
The sound of the rapids
were in the left ear
as we walked through the fog
’round Sarn Gebir.
The sound and the fury
at last lessened in fear
as we approached the far jetty
below Sarn Gebir.
So it is in the future
I’ll admit with a tear
I’ve not yet seen the rapids
of Sarn Gebir!