Some of JRR Tolkien's finest

[scottobear]

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
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 leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver 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 there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

Comments

[swerve.livejournal.com]

I really like this.

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[scottobear.livejournal.com]

same here. :)

[sida-al-hurra.livejournal.com]

This may seem weird, but years ago I put a request in have this be read at my funeral.

[sida-al-hurra.livejournal.com]

"I put a request in have this be read at my funeral"

(??)
Aw heck, you know what I meant *grin*

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[scottobear.livejournal.com]

nah, not weird... a good eulogy style poem.