The Adventurers

Writing about stories and adventures made me think of a couple of poems I wrote a couple of years ago. They were inspired by The Hobbit and my own life. I’ve really always been quite a Hobbit at heart.

The Adventurer

I sit by the fire
In my nice cozy nest
Content to read books
Of knights on great quests
It’s not that I mind
Adventures or danger
Or travel to lands
That grow ever stranger
I’ll gladly climb mountains
And sail stormy seas
If I’m able to do it
While sipping hot teas
I’ll boldly steal treasure
From the fierce dragon’s lair
If I’m snuggled quite safely
In my old rocking chair.

I invited You in
As my most honored guest
Not suspecting You’ll take me
On an adventurous quest
With a laugh You hold on
To my trembling hands
And urge me to travel
To faraway lands
You prod me up mountains
And across wild seas
While I yearn for safe places
And cups of hot teas
We search for great treasure
Fight dragons and more
And then journey still onward
To another far shore
 
When weary and shaken
I plead for a rest
I sit for a moment
And think of my nest
Then realize in wonder
That I’ve lost all desire
To be sitting at home
In my chair by the fire
I’m not quite as bold
As I was in my chair
For I shake and I scream
When I enter dark lairs
But I’ve been given a taste
Of adventurous lands
And everything else
Seems spiceless and bland
 
A stranger, a pilgrim
Is what I’ve become
Adventure and danger
Are not what I shun
You’ve given me life
To live with great zest
And I’m no longer content
To sit in my nest
I leap to my feet
And laugh “Where to next?”
I’m willing and ready
To continue the quest
You’ve given the gift
Of hidden dreams all come true
And I’ll not fear the danger
When I travel with You.
 
Right after I wrote this poem, I wrote a poem about a Safe Adventurer. The adventurers in both poems start out content to sit in their rocking chairs and read about adventures, but the true Adventurer actually went out and had the adventures–and grew through them. The Safe Adventurer never did. He never faced the danger and never reaped the benefits.

The Safe Adventurer

I sit by the fire
In my nice cozy nest
Content to read books
Of knights on great quests
It’s not that I mind
Adventure and danger
Or travel to lands
That grow ever stranger
I’ll gladly climb mountains
And sail stormy seas
If I’m able to do it
While sipping hot tea
I’ll boldly steal treasure
From the fierce dragon’s lair
If I’m snuggled quite safely
In my old rocking chair.
 
The wonderful thing 
About rocking chair quests
About staying at home
In my nice cozy nest
Is that I have so much courage
I’m ever so bold
And I rarely get hungry
Or tired or cold
I admit there’s no treasure
No actual gain
but I never get wounded
Or suffer deep pain
If things get too scary
And I don’t  want to look
I can skip to the ending
Or put down the book.
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