Seventeen years
Oct. 25th, 2005 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanSkeins of autumn geese overhead always reminded him of Bilbo.
He'd sit on the step and watch them flying,
far above, their wings beating hard against time.
And every year he wondered once again,
Just how far Bilbo had gone
before the winter snows came.
A more sensible hobbit
would have waited
for the
Spring.
He'd sit on the step and watch them flying,
far above, their wings beating hard against time.
And every year he wondered once again,
Just how far Bilbo had gone
before the winter snows came.
A more sensible hobbit
would have waited
for the
Spring.
