upon the hearth the fire is red,
beneath the roof there is a bed,
but not yet weary are our feet,
still round the corner we may meet:
a sudden tree or standing stone
that none have seen but we alone.
still round the corner there may wait
a new road or a secret gate
and though we pass them by today
tomorrow we may come this way
and take the hidden paths that run
towards the moon or to the sun.
home is behind, the world ahead
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night
until the stars are all alight.
then world behind and home ahead
we'll wander back to home and bed.
tolkien
the move is on...
3 comments:
i love it. it's so you. i hope you move goes smoothly with no complications...
happy, happy i am! my mother tells me this is the furthest i will have been out of the shire. i am a hobbit on an adventure...this always calls for a walking song. i will have to ponder that for another post.
have you chosen a walking song yet? i'd like to hum along with you.:-)
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