WHEN I had left the city street And lost the open road, I breathed contentedly and deep As one who shifts a load. I wasn’t caring where I went Or where I meant to go. But I was tossing from my path The brown leaves drifted so. When I was wondering aimlessly Just what my quest would bring. I saw a pink arbutus bloom And heard a warbler sing. The sky seemed blue and higher here Than it was back in town. And Oh! the wind delighted me, The way it blew around. And then I sought the grey glen road. Went with it thru the wood. And in its long green isles I walked And worshipfully stood. What I had seen out there? I said I sought adventure And I found it everywhere. |