Tuesday, June 2, 2009

On My Mind...

Not sure why this has been running through my head lately. I did just finish reading book 2 of the Lord of the Rings, so maybe that's why. Maybe I'm in a thinking mood myself, and would like a quiet place to sit and muse of all that I have seen. Maybe I'm listening for returning feet...

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 ever see

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is 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 retuning feet and voices at the door.

--Bilbo Baggins in The Lord of the Rings

1 comment:

  1. this is such a pensive poem... I love to ponder it.