Poetry and I have never gotten along very well. It's either seemed depressing or silly, and equally unattainable by me either way. And, of course, when I actually bothered to open my copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's latest writings from beyond the grave, Sigurd and Gudrun, it was all in verse. This strange form of poetry that was neither depressing nor silly, but was actually interesting, intrigued me and I dug up an old book on Old English poetry and attempted to do a little writing myself. The best of my pathetic attempts I will post. But please, I beg of you, don't laugh.