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Living in Okcular
Bilbo's song
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.
There is a very sad story behind this poem which I hope you won't mind me sharing with you. A dear friend of ours loved this poem and wanted it read at her funeral.
Unfortunately it was read at a funeral I went to yesterday, not of our friend but her daughter who had just turned 25.
Hazel, her daughter, was diagnosed in 2007 with Osteosarcoma (a bone cancer that affects mostly young people between the ages of 15 and 30). She was given just four weeks to live in July of this year but fought it to the end when eventually it defeated her body but not her mind or spirit.
I am proud to have known her.
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.
There is a very sad story behind this poem which I hope you won't mind me sharing with you. A dear friend of ours loved this poem and wanted it read at her funeral.
Unfortunately it was read at a funeral I went to yesterday, not of our friend but her daughter who had just turned 25.
Hazel, her daughter, was diagnosed in 2007 with Osteosarcoma (a bone cancer that affects mostly young people between the ages of 15 and 30). She was given just four weeks to live in July of this year but fought it to the end when eventually it defeated her body but not her mind or spirit.
I am proud to have known her.
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