A poem I heard as a child...

...came to me as the weekend approaches. Lately I've been thinking about the future. Then I remembered this work by Tolkein:

Roads Go Ever Ever On

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 knows.

I invite readers to contact me, with their thoughts on why this work would occur to me at such a time. Unless otherwise requested, select passages will be viewed here in the coming week.

And now, on to the weekend...