Oct 2014
Prosaic’ly he plods the path of peace,
Avoiding pitfalls when the dusk is nigh
By treading warily. Does not release
In gay abandonment a heartfelt sigh
Such as the vagabond of Nature’s road
Permits himself when shades of darkness fall;
For he has not to carry such a load,
And is but one of many that make all.
Avoiding pitfalls when the dusk is nigh
By treading warily. Does not release
In gay abandonment a heartfelt sigh
Such as the vagabond of Nature’s road
Permits himself when shades of darkness fall;
For he has not to carry such a load,
And is but one of many that make all.
An early poem - written in 1947 - and recently republished in my collection of verse Uncultured Pearls. It was originally intended to be the start of a much longer poem, but I decided that it was perfect as it stood.
