Originally written 10-12-06. About a fantastic (imaginary) voyage. Mine was to New Zealand and it was largely influenced by my preoccupation with the Lord of the Rings movies being filmed there.
I, in the woods that were the elves’,
where the fellowship had one last peace,
travel their hardships with a quiet walk.
By my side my friend, our own fellowship
of adventure less dangerous, more pleasant
walking in a greenery of this world
resembling one once written, now read.
How real that forest feels from words and book
and more so when golden leaf falls like ray of sun.
A story relived here in this country’s woods,
a novel inspired into film, making words people
and chapters scenes with golden halls, these forests green.
A land that held such honor, honoring my feet.
Open fields saying gaily, “This is where the hobbits lived”,
golden forest whispering, “Elven friend, orc foe”
and the mountains in the distance
echoing nothing but a time since gone.
Our fellowship is fleeting here with nature’s sets
yet as we take the time to fantasize of ages that never passed
as we walked in the footsteps of wizard, dwarf, and man.
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