A SONG FOR SAM

- Lady of The Shire

A gardener of my acquaintance,
A small person of simple charm,
Once walked in a Wood now forgotten,
A place of golden sweet balm.

He tried to speak of it’s glory,
Of white flowers and silver green vine,
Of the Elven grace that he found there,
A deep rich and fragrant wine.

T’was like being inside of a song, he said,
No other way can I tell,
Like being inside a song, said he
And dreaming under it’s spell.

He told of a wondrous Lady
A Person of power and might,
Just being there in her presence
Pierced his heart with a terrible light.

She gazed in his eyes and he knew that
She saw his deep sorrow and grief,
In that silence he felt the sweet music
Alive in each flower and leaf.

Like being inside of a song, he said,
No other way can I tell,
Like being inside a song, said he
And dreaming under it’s spell.

When I asked once again for the story,
His eyes shone with a soft, gentle light,
In silence I heard him say clearly
He still walked in those meadows of white.

Then I bent my ear close and he whispered,
“No other way can I tell,
T’was like being inside of a song, you see,
And dreaming under it’s spell.”

Though the path to that Wood now has faded,
It’s clear light in his mem’ry still glowed,
When he walked with dear friends in Lothlorien
A very long time ago.

Oft in dreams I drift sweetly back there,
Once again see the light on his face,
He gave me a gift I still treasure,
His vision of beauty and grace.

It’s many long years since I’ve seen him,
And I know that his Ship has sailed on,
You ask how it was to be with him – I say,
T’was like being inside of a song. .