Sure is mighty fine to see some poetry and song here once again. It is inspiring me to give it another go I can't seem to write poetry any more nothing comes to me at all not since all that bloody drivel I was spewing back when I was crazy. Have not tried to even make a rhyme, got no time with that boy of mine. Oh, well look at that, could be there is hope for me yet.
I hope you are still about the place. I read your last post and can only say that I was affected enough to say; keep
"Fighting the good fight!"...with love.
I've spent years contributing at other sites and the funny thing is, not about what I cherish most. What has always mattered most to me is the Spirit behind JRRT and the necessary Magic behind the Lit and Lays of the human heart. So now I am typing this and thinking; "I've never posted at a site dedicated to my earthly mentor?" Hmm, old Wizards can still see new vistas.
Here is something that I wrote one day, when an inspiration grabbed me and set me down. If you are an aged staff-man like myself, than you know exactly what I shared. A "have-to" possesses you and then you must comply or the world will never be quite right. I suspect all Bards will understand the unexpected urgency of now, this moment
I will not claim it is good poetry I've never been sure it can be defined from one soul to another but it is a good record of a thought-flood.
“The Greatest Storyteller”
Behind the façade of a barrister look,
came the intricacy of a monumental book.
Under the haze of treasured pipe weed,
rose the fruition of his epic seed.
While world war was killing living things,
the story came alive before the Inklings.
Out of a past filled with the ages,
was born a thousand middle earth pages.
Poetry forged with inventive hand.
Nature defined in an unspoiled land.
Adventure grows in the youthful mind.
Treasure exists for the seeker to find.
I’ve been to the lonely mountain so drear,
and left my familiar Shire with fear.
On paths I’ve trembled before riders in black,
and regretted not being able to turn back.
Reward has come from the less traveled way.
There are Inns of magic where we can stay.
Venture to places where beauty lives free,
unfettered unhindered by you and me.
Where golden leaves of our days gone by,
blanket the ground under a deep blue sky.
Laughter can fill the air like a fragrant flower,
where bright lightning explodes in ancient power.
Water does still run in the brooks of Lore,
cascading down to our forest floor.
In companions eyes fires burn bright,
reflecting glowing embers of fellowships light.
Sounds of magic still call our ears,
whispering to us through the mounting years.
Unknown byways and highways yet abound,
but only in the adventure can they be found.
Dedicated to J.R.R. Tolkien and with many thanks.
Edit= Almost forgot...a very nice one Sid