I've put my tub wheels, heading east, cross country, from the central coast of California – alive with adventure – now that I'm older and have time to be young.
Have you ever heard of the Land of Beyond That dream at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies, And ever so far away; Alluring it calls, O ye yoke of galls, And ye of the trails overfond, With Saddle and pack, by paddle and track, Let's go to the Land of Beyond!
Have ever you stood where the silences brood, And vast the horizons begin, At the dawn of the day to behold far away The goal you would strive for and win? Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height, With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned, A far and agleam, like a valley of dream, Still mocks you the Land of Beyond.
Thank God! there is always the Land of Beyond For us who are true to the trail, A vision to seek, a beckoning peak, A fairness that never will fail; A proud in our soul that mocks at a goal, A manhood that irks at a bond, And try how we will, unattainable still, Behold it, our Land of Beyond!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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The Land of Beyond
ReplyDeleteRobert Service
Have you ever heard of the Land of Beyond
That dream at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls, O ye yoke of galls,
And ye of the trails overfond,
With Saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the Land of Beyond!
Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
A far and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you the Land of Beyond.
Thank God! there is always the Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail,
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A fairness that never will fail;
A proud in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it, our Land of Beyond!
The Road Not Taken
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
ReplyDeleteYogi Berra
The preceding are good thoughts for you to consider, when you are wondering what you are doing.
ReplyDeleteHave a great journey; I hope that it takes you somewhere.