There was a hobbit once, up Bywater way. He loved damson tarts so
much, he gifted them to everyone for Yule. And he always wondered
why no-one ever gave him any back...
My master loved his friends, his books, long rambling walks on sunny
Shire afternoons. He loved peace, and so he gave it to Middle-Earth.
And it’s hard, cruel hard, that no one can give him that precious gift for
his own.
Now a silver ship rides gently on the waves. Gulls glide through the
briny air, the wind blows toward the west and the sea rolls endlessly
away from the shore. Roses bloom on once-pale cheeks and a spark
of hope lights eyes the colour of my dreams.
And the time for words is past.
Stay, beloved. Stay...
~~~~~
much, he gifted them to everyone for Yule. And he always wondered
why no-one ever gave him any back...
My master loved his friends, his books, long rambling walks on sunny
Shire afternoons. He loved peace, and so he gave it to Middle-Earth.
And it’s hard, cruel hard, that no one can give him that precious gift for
his own.
Now a silver ship rides gently on the waves. Gulls glide through the
briny air, the wind blows toward the west and the sea rolls endlessly
away from the shore. Roses bloom on once-pale cheeks and a spark
of hope lights eyes the colour of my dreams.
And the time for words is past.
Stay, beloved. Stay...
~~~~~
| Hope Unquenchable |
