There was a neat article in the New York Times the other day about Tolkien's papers. Apparently they all reside at Marquette University.
The article included this priceless gem:
The road goes ever on and on
and on and on, and on and on,
Hobbits and wizards and orcs and elves
fill the books that strain the shelves.
One could be buried by tales as these
if not by the appendices.
The road, this over-beaten track,
begins not far from Fond du Lac,
in the land of Milkfat where the cheeses lie.
In the land of Milkfat where the cheeses lie.
Apologies if this has already been posted elsewhere.