Monday, June 04, 2007

Song of the Open Road

Texas Sunrise
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.


Hay Meadow
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.


Seuss Flowers
The earth—that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
I know they are very well where they are;
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1900)

2 comments:

Phoenix said...

I love Walt Whitman! Thanks for that - and for the photos.

Beautiful.

Andra Sue said...

I envy your Zen-like oneness with the bike!

Great poem and pics. :-)