Where are We Going?

- jan-u-wine


Where are we going, then?
 
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I know, now,
where we are going.
 
I know where
I
am going:
 
we......
 
I
am going to die.
 
 
I think of Merry....
 
Frodo,
 
and Sam....
 
 
So far away……
 
I think of Tuckborough
in the Spring....
 
all green and gold
and heavy with life....
 
my pony
running swift
in the sweet
grass-speckled
meadow....
 
blackberries
budding
white
near the slow,
deep green of the river.
 
Dull'd sadness touches my heart,
stops my breath
beneath  the sullen grey light
of this final darkness.   
 
I shall not see them again.
 
I shall not see Mum and  Da,
nor the little ones
who teased and comforted my days.....
 
I used to think the Shire was all the world....
 
now
 
I know it is.
 
The unyielding grey of the wall
holds me to fear......
 
and dreams .......
 
Almost, I feel the hungry fire
of the harsh mountain
that blooms with heat.....
 
so close.......
 
so far.....
 
 
There is no hope.
 
Only a fool's hope.
 
and I, the small
fool
of a Took.......
 
 
Slow tears find their salted
path  as I think on them all
and how I shall miss them...
 
and Gandalf speaks
of the silver curtain
that veils a distant shore.
 
Oh,
if we should meet there,
beyond the reaches of Darkness,
beyond all hope.....
 
'twould be like Home,
to me....
 
'twould be like
Home.
 
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Where are we going, then?