Yet I continued …

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.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Some of the first books that instilled in me passion for the written word (as well as literature in general) and also gave me full respect for the power of the imagination were the Tolkien stories. Not just the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, but pretty much anything he wrote. He was truly a master of language, story telling, and the power of creation. My favorite songs/poems from the Lord of the Rings were Bilbo Baggin’s walking songs (the key ones above).

This is what immediately popped into my head when I saw this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups. The prompt this week:

… the rain turned the road into a river…

Considering the difficulties I have been facing on my own journey recently, as well as my new determination to complete it, (see my last post) it seemed to flow with where my power of creation needs to be going. So I threw all these ingredients into a pot, and this is the meal that emerged:

I once began a journey on a road.

I started crawling,
yet I continued along the road.
I learned to walk slowly,
yet I continued along the road.
The road went uphill,
yet I continued along the road.
It went through a tunnel,
yet I continued along the road.
It rained, and the rain turned the road into a river,
yet I continued along the road.
It snowed, and I could barely see it,
yet I continued along the road.
The road turned and twisted,
yet I continued along the road.
I could not see the end,
yet I continued along the road.

Can anyone guess its name?

0 thoughts on “Yet I continued …

  1. Really liked this look at the journey through life. Haven’t had a chance to get my thoughts round writing for the last couple of weeks.
    Great to see you back again and look forward to your next pieces :O)


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