Contemplation of Same Gamgee When Young

When I am asked to think

I dream -

Of elves and dragons

Adventures and mysterious woods

Which I will go to see

Someday,

While my strength is still with me.

How can I not be curious,

Living so close to legend?

Each blade and each tree

Takes on a wondrous air

Having stood on the property-

Of a dignified gentle hobbit

Owning treasure and elven friends.

How good it will be

To see the renowned fair folks

Those who have lived through times beyond my count

Their beautiful faces

And their merry songs and tales,

Inside a green wood, -

Under the stars.

To go on a glorious journey

Is a fantastic fancy,

For one such as me.

Still I could not stop thinking

If it only could be

true as

The flowers beside Mr. Frodo's window.

Clouds change shapes to move forward

So does nature to grow.

What about me?

The gaffer means well -

But I want him to understand

Potatoes and cabbages

Are not all there are.