Mathoms do not always have to be actual physical items. They can also be things like song, and tales, that are passed down from generation to generation purely by word of mouth, until all remembrance of their origin is lost. Of course, this means Poems can be mathoms too. I was sent his poem on a scrap of paper the other day; the sender was not marked, but it is worthy of reaching a wider audience The Little Hobbits Long Lost Poem of Little Lost Mathoms Shining silver in the ground, waiting, yearning to be found. A hidden Mathom shining bright, glistening in the pale moonlight A silver spoon or lost earring, lying in the dirt with no one caring. A lost Mathom is very sad, but I have found it and now it's glad. Cleaned and scrubbed it's like new, maybe it belonged to you? Lost Mathom is lost no more, lost Mathom returned to your front door. From my hiding place I can see, happy faces full of glee. Mathoms are now back where they belong, to leave them lost would just be wrong.