REVISITING A POEM ABOUT THE OPEN ROAD

This photo is from a summer road trip we took back in August and September of 2013.   It is fun for me to look back to see a previous post from a few years ago.  We were driving across country.

A Little Further

by

Berton Braley

The reason I never can quit the road

Is a reason that's plain and clear.

It's because no matter where I may stop

And whether it's far or near

There's a place beyond the place I am

Wherever I may be at,

And then beyond is a place beyond

And the world beyond all that!

And as long as a man has eyes to see

And a brain that wants to know,

I figure there's things he's bound to miss

If he doesn't go on and go;

For there's always a place beyond the place

I happen to hang my hat,

And another place beyond that place

And the world beyond all that.

There's some folks stay in a single spot

Or a town of which they're fond,

And never worry a little bit

At the thought of a place beyond;

But the place beyond the place beyond

Won't never let me rest,

For there's a sort of a kind of urge

That's burning within my breast.

To go and go till the end of life,

And when I've left it flat,

Go on beyond the place beyond;

And the universe after that.