Saturday, January 22, 2011

For a dear nephew, on his birthday

There is a road that lies ahead
Its bends and curves are beckoning
Yet tarry here, a while, instead
Of much too swiftly following;

For you are in the greenly-gold
And glowing wood of "once upon,"
Where tales are lived, not merely told,
And crowns are worn, and swords are drawn--

The road will keep, though it invites
With promises of grown-up joys
It will, someday, replace delights
Which thrill the hearts of younger boys;

Yet pause one moment in the wood,
Before you take the greater way:
The old, you know, wish they had stood
In Lórien, just one more day.

Happy birthday, sweet Professor! :)


Anonymous said...

How lovely! Birthday wishes. (Where is Lorien?)

The Sicilian said...

Lovely, Erin.

Lorien is the Elves' forest haven from Lord of the Rings.

Happy Birthday to your nephew! (And of course your Mom!)

Melanie B said...

What a sweet birthday poem! Yes, I often wish I'd stood in that lovely Lorien just one more day.

Siarlys Jenkins said...

Nice poem -- a blend of A.A. Milne, C.S. Lewis, and Lewis Carroll... vintage 2011. Hope it ages well.