A poem J.R.R. Tolkien
Not all that glitters is gold,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
posted by Sky at 5:54 PM
5 Comments:
Wow, I like that one. I also like the multi-colored blog. >It fasinates me< (I can't spell worth nothing).
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That was Bergerboy!
lol...thank you for the lovely comment Bergerboy!
Oh and Tesser, Tell Big Papa I said Hi:)
thats a good one!!!
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