Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.— Walt Whitman
I’m going away overnight, despite the (slightly) wintry weather. There won’t be any news feed tonight. I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.
Allons! the road is before us!
Lovely poem. Have a good trip!
Enjoy the open road.
have a safe journey!
may the Lord’s traveling mercies be yours
D .. you are soooo cool .. !!
You and the Baron think so 🙂
We are never alone. There is One other who always travels with us.
Photo reminds me of ” Third box car midnight train ,destination Bangor ,Maine .Old worn out suit and shoes, I don`t pay no union dues ! I smoke old stokeys I have found ,not too big or short or round .I`m a man of means by no means King of the road !”
Whitman was gay. I’m amazed no-one has taken exception, especially in view of some of the comments on Al Stewart’s song, above.
I remember reading Walt Whitman during one of my European ‘trips’ when I was a young drinking whippersnapper. I particularly recall reading those words aboard a ferry from Harwich to the Hoek van Holland, whilst partaking of a rather strong alcoholic beverage.
Those were the days.
How I survived, I’ll never know.