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The Road Goes Ever On
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
J R R Tolkien
A Childs Friend
Growing older, my mind it strays
thinking back to endless summer days
lost in the pages of some grand tale
Hobbits and Dragons, Wizards and Elves,
my friends trapped in books on the shelves my comfort,
companions and friends
travelled beside me in worlds wihout ends
Travel weary and sore we sang songs to brighten our spirits
The shadow of Mordor darkened our path
quieting our songs as we neared it
In tunnels and caves we unearthed dwarves great majestic history
Undispelled shadows adding to the mystery
As warriors in battle I fought by their side,
back to back our little group overcame the evil Shadow's tide
the stalwart dwarves, the graceful elves swords and arrows our
foes they felled
Lids heavy, eyes closing, book slipping from my hands
I leave my friends for another night as the sandman leaves me
his sand
Oh to be that child again, without a care in my mind
To travel with with my dear old friends until the end of time.
Steve Bucknam Jr.
I'll use this space to tell you why these are important to me.
J.R.R. Tolkien is a great writer. He also wrote one of the first
sets of books that I ever read as a child, The Hobbit, and the Lord of
the Rings Trilogy. I absolutely love The Hobbit, especially the songs
and stories of the epic battles. I often think that I should have
been born during a periond in history where I could be a hero. I
love movies like Braveheart, The Patriot, and other action adventure movies.
The Hobbit was like that for me. I can picture myself as part of
the troop, marching along with Bilbo and the Dwarves. I have to read
The Hobbit over again at least once every couple of years.
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Lament for Boromir
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills
and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at
eve?
Where now is Boromir the fair? He tarries and I grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell --- so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.'
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring
falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Gaurd shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'
-- J. R. R. Tolkien |