Glen H. Cobbett

In loving memory of my son, Glen H. Cobbett who left this life June 3, 2008.

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think

by J.R.R. TolkienI sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,Of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,With morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will beWhen winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.For still there are so many things that I have never seen:In every wood in every spring there is a different green.I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,And people who will see a world that I shall never know.But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.