Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
Gandalf looked at him. "My dear Bilbo!" he said. "Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were."
~ It's nice to be back here! The realities of family, church-family, and gorgeous weather have kept me away from the computer for a while. We've been reading a little more, and I finished A Tale of Two Cities . . . Dickens is a brilliant writer!
I also finished reading The Hobbit to Ben, while sitting in the sunshine. I've read it several times before, but this is Ben's first time and I enjoy experiencing it with him. We'll go on to The Lord of the Rings next! I'll never tire of those books. . . ~.