Wanderer's Song

January 12, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

The earth is my country,

I travel unknown,

Yet where I may wander

I go not alone,

The hills are my kindred

And the place where I dwell

Knows her son like a mother

And comforts her well.

 

The wind is my comrade,

His counsel is good, - -

Long days on the upland,

At nightfall the wood;

Her wide eaves are shelter

And her bed is the best

With a rain-song for slumber

When wanderers rest.

 

The earth is my kingdom,

My king, who is he?

His crown is the desert,

His scepter the sea,

His feet tread the hill-lines

That are lost in the dawn,

And his hand plucks my heart-strings

Compelling me on.

 

– T. Morris Longstreth, author of the 1918 classic “The Catskills.”


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