But another book I listened to that really fit in with the scenes was The Hobbit. Listening to it while I look out to the far mountain, which is Whiteface, and listening to how they are trying to break into the mountain; I found myself telling them to reach to the right don't they see the change in the rock. I could see it right there in front of me, silly hobbits. Also as they moved through the book and mentioned vast valleys I was situated at a lake that is an exclusive resort and this is what I saw:
Can't you just imagine the hobbits moving through this mountain range? I know I could and it added to the enjoyment of the book. Thank you Cindy for finding me that particular copy, because it really made the book come to life. I also had the joy of going back to the site where the giants are playing a game of marbles, lets see if you can pick their next play.
But today I did see something that was incredible and yet very sad; but at the same time it made me appreciate what I have waiting for me at home. I was on my way to another trap and as I passed a cemetery, which if you know me I do love cemeteries; and a stone caught my eye. As I was passing it looked like a statue of satan with his big wings enveloping the stone. I went to the next trap but I turned right around and had to get a closer view. It was not a statue of satan, but a beautiful statue of a dragon. It was so wonderfully done that it was a true piece of art.
Overall this trip has taken its toll, nine days on the road where I have drove approximately 2200 miles throughout NY. I have listened to eight different books, read one book, wrote three times in the blog, met lots of people along the way but the worst part is missing the boys, my dog and my bed. Although I do love traveling everywhere, I can not wait to crash at home and have my boys on either side of me and my dog at my feet. But I can't get too comfortable because we leave the next day for a mini vacation. Next week I will enjoy my bed.
Journey's End by J. R. R. Tolkien
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
I would add the following line:
Because soon we shall be back again
Far over the Misty Mountains Cold
ReplyDeleteFar over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crows they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets the carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
Then dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
(Reprise)
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.