Wide as ten men abreast
The old road cuts between farms
Dips down to the river
Rises up over the moor
Rabbits lollop, lambs bleat
Rosebay glows at sunset
Where were the wars that you marched to?
Where were the victories that you won?
Here on the old Herepath
The road truly goes ever on
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
J RR Tolkien
Some Tolkien to celebrate that fact that I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂
Sitting on a barrow at sunset
Lupine thumping evoked a tolkienesque wight
Sending the child me running
Leaping across lumpy turves
Down to the village below
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂