Poetry Friday: Tolkien

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think
Bilbo's Song

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 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.

Today I begin work on lettering this poem/song as a framed piece, so I thought I'd post it as my Poetry Friday entry this week.  In the Recorded Books audio version of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy, the narrator, Rob Inglis, composed a haunting tune to go along with Bilbo's song.

Today's Poetry Friday is being hosted at Big A Little a. 

Comments

[Lana G!]

I would love to see the finished product. Great poem.

[ellen b]

Wonderful and I too am looking forward to seeing the finished product. Blessings on you...

[:: Suzanne ::]

I love it. Thanks for bringing it to mind again.

[Michele]

Thanks for reminding me of this little beauty... It's been quite a while since I last read Tolkien so I appreciate the reminder...