by Profe Steve
“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” J.R.R. Tolkien
Tomorrow calls from somewhere far ahead, Out there beyond the dark horizon cold. Beneath my feet the path calls me to tread
To lands undreamt that hoard their hidden gold. Defended by a dark mysterious king. Adventure calls the heart that doth wax bold,
That quails not though deep evil forces bring Up from the depths of nightmares hidden fright, Opposing thus the quest for victory’s ring.
Through dangers, toils, and fading, failing light, I press ahead until new day is born, Even though my arms should lose their might.
O’er hills and dales, the pathway leads to morn, And sunlight paints the clouds with hope again, That we’ll lay down the heavy cares we’ve borne.
There with the dawn we’ll win surcease from pain And take abode upon a higher plane.
When I started this run back in December, I was planning to "get in shape" for NaPoWriMo by developing a habit of writing every day. After a few weeks, I found the ideas coming more easily.
My goal is now to finish a full calendar year. Only 65 more day to go.
To those who read and comment regularly: It is your encouragement that is the fuel to the fire inside me. You are so much a part of the creative process. I always think of how something is flowing and how it will sound when you read it. Thank you. I say it 300 times:
Thank you! ^-.-^