Random Tales From Blonde

 I  am a gypsy at heart, having moved on the average

of every 15 months as I was growing up. As I grow

older though, the inclination becomes less and less

an urgency. It brings to mind one of my favorite

poems by J.R.R. Tolkien

I Sit Beside The Fire And Think

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been; 

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair. 

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see. 

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green. 

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know

.But all the while I sit and think

of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at the door.

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