The Call Home

- On'ono Laivindur

Boromir's Unfinished Poem
"The Call Home"
By: Boromir of Gondor

I remember the first time I heard the call,
the trumphants rang out so clear.
I was playing atop the seventh wall,
father riding from Osgiliath, drew near.

It seems only yesterday, they rang out our victory;
as we marched back to Minas Tirith,
Gondors Army, Faramir, and me;
and for the wounded soldier, they sounded clearest.

Now as the Fellowship leaves Lorien wood;
In my heart of hearts I almost hear,
The call of silver trumphants, as they should;
Hark! The Lords of Gondor now draw near.