All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
~good 'ol J.R.R. Tolkien
I love this poem! and it's so true.
word.
ReplyDeletebut the dark riders, they'll know you're there!
ReplyDelete***many spies have many eyes***
we'll never make it...there's thousands of them and only 7 or 8 of us
han, you got it goin on
hahahahaha
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