Friday, November 28, 2008

I sit beside the fire....

I sit beside the fire and think

of all that I have seen,

of meadow-flowers and butterflies

in summers that have been;

of Yellow and gossamer

in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and sliver sun

and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things

that I have never seen:

in every wood in every spring

there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

of times that were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at the door.

-Bilbo Baggins

Fellowship of the Ring

by J.R.R. Tolkien


Anonymous said...

Thats a neat poam Debbie!