Ron Dyck<p>They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;</p><p>The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.</p><p>Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,</p><p>Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?</p><p><a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/LOTR" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LOTR</span></a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/AragornSonOfArathorn" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>AragornSonOfArathorn</span></a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/TheodenKing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TheodenKing</span></a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Rohan" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Rohan</span></a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Lament" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Lament</span></a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/TheDaysHaveGoneDownInTheWest" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TheDaysHaveGoneDownInTheWest</span></a></p>