Sir, the door is always open
And the kettle always on
And your place is always waiting
Choose the chair to sit upon.
Long your life, by human measure,
Not near long enough for me.
You moved on before I noticed
Such a writer properly.
Be at ease, I'll keep my questions
Until you bid me to ask.
Only come and have tea with me.
That can't be too great a task.
Let me tell you why it matters
That you wrote so perfectly.
Let me tell you how your words made
Havens for a child like me.
Let me say your thoughts inspired me,
That your people taught me how
To choose honour over comfort.
I am what they made me now.
Let me speak my heart's devotion
To the green world you adored.
Let me tell you, dear Professor,
That we kneel to the same Lord.
Though my writing cannot equal
All that you were born to do,
Still I try to be a writer,
And I am inspired by you.
Come and talk, and tell me stories.
Draw your pictures, let me see
Middle Earth. Professor Tolkien,
Spare an hour from Heaven for tea.
by Neneithel
