"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again;
we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life"
Friday, 19 August 2011
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman.
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path leading me wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself and good fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing....
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