Sunday, November 27, 2022

Poetry Sunday


As I enter the long, cold days of winter and exit the euphoria of the Thanksgiving holiday, this classic poem by the author of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit speaks to me more clearly every day ...

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think
by J.R.R. Tolkien


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 a different green

I sit beside the fire and think 
Of people long ago
And people that 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


Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. And of your life, which is the only one you get. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

4 comments:

  1. A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. When I get reincarnated I'm going to do things differently.

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  3. That image is so peaceful and comforting.

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  4. allenwoodhaven7:48 PM

    Really like this one. Thanks!

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