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The Road

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

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.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still ’round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun

That’s from J. R. R. Tolkien’s immortal books The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings.

Roads go ever ever on

Don’t just read it, say it. Roll the words around your mouth, savor them. Poetry is not meant to sit still on the page, of all forms of writing it is the most like music, and it wants to be read aloud, to come alive. That’s the best way to feel it. So say it now! You don’t need to be a Silvertongue to bring out the heart of a poem, from eye to ear, from ear to soul.

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Books

Like a whisper of leaves
Fluttering birds of printed pages
Just little marks, black on white
Stories timeless in the ages

A wave of ink ink writers hand
Of civilizations gone before
Bastions of culture, saviour-fare!
Preserved forevermore

Words of worlds beyond our own
Of people, creatures, life
Dare to laugh, to cry, to sing
Of honor, love and strife

A timeless age, a throng of earls
A whirlpool filled with glory
And magic, quests and battles true
Another set of rules, my story.

This world can twist with suppleness
Evil, light, side by side.
Faeries, peasants and royalty.
Love, hate, angst and pride

And when emotions run too high
I simply close the book
I treasure these stories, out of sight
Though my heart it took