The old that is strong does not wither
Submitted by: admin
Date: March 6, 2008
Beside the falls of Nimrodel
There is an inn, a merry old inn
A new road or a secret gate
I sit beside the fire and think
Down from the door where it began
In windy fields now bright and clear
To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter
Home is behind. The world ahead
In Dwimordene, in Lórien
Ship my ship! I seek the West