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The Last Farewell

Winter covers all the earth And blows both cold and strong. But amid the group of four of us It’s springtime all along. Hand in hand we walked the roads That wither we may tramp. And in the night of deep starlight Laid down our loads to camp. Four elvish friends that hard and fast To each adventure binds. And find that we had always been True friends throughout all time. Together we’ve run sunlit hills Of that called Wilderland, And fought the dragons of the North And all the foes of Man. We knew one day the time would come, As we stand to greet the dawn, That I and every one of us Must sing his lonely song. Who knows if when we’ll meet again As we go our separate ways; And lo, here come the coaches now To take us each away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 12/25/2019 8:20:00 PM
This is fantastic. Love this
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Jean Bush
Date: 12/25/2019 8:34:00 PM
Thank you for your dear comments. I had some friends like this, long cold eons ago. This still makes me sad.
Date: 12/25/2019 5:36:00 PM
Your dear comment is poetry itself. Thanks so much. Poor Cletus, here is a little gift for him: While Cletus stood there looking down I placed a kiss upon his crown. When he looked up, his face aglow, He saw no footprints in the snow. Have a wonderful Christmas & bountiful New Year.
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Date: 12/25/2019 5:06:00 PM
A beautiful and insightful verse, Jean! My kind of poetry! Many thanks for your kind comment re Cletus O'Toole's problem. I hope you enjoyed a wonderful Christmas Season and the coming New Year will be kind to you. Best to you as you continue your poetical journey - BoB
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