This poem is called
"The Call"
by Edgar A. Guest
1881 to 1959
I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering tree and the birds a-wing,
Away from the haunts of pale-faced men, to the spaces wide where strength is king;
I must get out where the skies are blue and the air is clean and the rest is sweet,
Out where there's never a task to do or a goal to reach or a foe to meet.
I must get out on the trails once more that wind through shadowy haunts and cool,
Away from the presence of wall and door, and see myself in a crystal pool;
I must get out with the silent things, where neither laughter nor hate is heard,
Where malice never the humblest stings and no one is hurt by a spoken word.
Oh, I've heard the call of the tall white pine, and heard the call of the running brook;
I'm tired of the tasks which each day are mine, I'm weary of reading a printed book;
I want to get out of the din and strife, the clang and clamor of turning wheel,
And walk for a day where life is life, and the joys are true and the pictures real.
Another lovely poem from someone I am rediscovering. I love his poetry and Gregg got it for me via Kindle. There was an offer and knowing how much I was enjoying Edgar A. Guest's poetry lately, he downloaded it and gifted it to me. It was gladly received.
The above photos were taken in the wide open spaces of the southwest, on a road trip a few years ago. As we get closer to the barn we can see there is a mural of a lady smiling up at the sky. How I wish I could have hopped over that fence to explore further, but we would have been trespassing on someone's land.
I remember taking these photos from the passenger side window as we made our way along, more old photos shared before. I found them while browsing through folders of past holidays, all this while looking at the snow outside. It is very cold and I have become a temporary hermit. I will soon be sharing things around the house, as a dear blogging friend once suggested. A great idea.
All being well weather-wise, we have more company coming this weekend. I am kicking myself out the door to enjoy time with friends and will be back on Monday.
Thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend.
