Three years on and I miss her just as much as ever.


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 sliver sun
 and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
 of how the world will be
when winter comes without a pring
 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.

(c) Bilbo Baggins (via JRR Tolkien)---
Ho! HaHa! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!

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