Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Still around the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!
This is the poem for all the hikers and walkers out there that can’t keep their feet still. You know the type – the wanderlust laden, the distance runners, the trail walkers or blazers. The kith and kin of those that find wilderness and or a plane country lane or neighborhood path exciting parts of their mental and physical habitat.
Oh yeah, and do your self a favor,Do not read the last stanza like it was sung in the LOTR movies… Just don’t. Billy Boyd has a beautiful voice, but that section needs to be read with awe, excitement, and a bit of longing – not sung with dread and tears to a man uncouthly eating tomatoes…