A boat on the water,
A paddle in your hand,
I see now your plan,
"Mr. Frodo!" I demand.
You didn't turn around,
"No Sam." You said.
So I waded slowly in,
Till water was over my head,
I looked up to the light,
As it slowly slipped away,
Till a shadow blocked the light,
And I cringed in dismay.
Then your hand took mine,
And with one final grasp,
I was pulled into the boat,
With a heave and a gasp.
"Sam, Sam, Why?"
You asked through your tears,
The ones I'd see plenty,
Through the fallowing years.
I told you my mind,
I knew I caused a fuss,
But Frodo, don't you know
I made a promise.
A paddle in your hand,
I see now your plan,
"Mr. Frodo!" I demand.
You didn't turn around,
"No Sam." You said.
So I waded slowly in,
Till water was over my head,
I looked up to the light,
As it slowly slipped away,
Till a shadow blocked the light,
And I cringed in dismay.
Then your hand took mine,
And with one final grasp,
I was pulled into the boat,
With a heave and a gasp.
"Sam, Sam, Why?"
You asked through your tears,
The ones I'd see plenty,
Through the fallowing years.
I told you my mind,
I knew I caused a fuss,
But Frodo, don't you know
I made a promise.
