Sam on the way to Mordor – His home, the Shire

by Jun 3, 2003Poetry

Sunny grass, ’twas happy then
As I that land dwell did I,
As a simple life, for I, then
Did not heed death war or strife.

Jolly home, O I miss ye now,
As I wander the lands far away,
And at present I wonder how
I will ever see thee some day.

So on must I walk, and keep sprits high,
Hopeing that hope will prove true,
And I whistle a song, but I pray to the sky
That we will return soon to you.

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