A Poem in praise of Goldshire

[AryezturMejorkhor]

(Format: 5-7-5 7-7 ad infinitum, the poem may be added on to by anyone forever)

Flowers bloom, birds chirp
Leaves grow on trees as snow melts
A golden sun shines

By the Elwynn, spring beings
Near the Hamlet, fields are sown

O gods, your country
A land of forests and hills
Has the worth of gold

Here faeries walked and elves sang
As our ancestors looked on

Our maidens are fair
Our fighting men, brave
The land, bountiful

Lo! The warehouses are filled,
And enemies are vanquished