Oh I am out where I belong Beneath the open sky! I take the trail with lightsome heart -- My old knapsack and I. With every breath I breathe the world, And something stirs in me That is akin to flying cloud, And bird, and flower, and tree. At every step my spirit lifts As fountain at the flood, And all the little earthy smells Go tingling through my blood. All day I tramp the gypsy trail That calls and calls to me: I'm wind! I'm sun! I'm everything That's wild and pure and free! The hours are winged; the dusk is here. Must I to house and town? No, no! I'll sleep upon the trail Where all the stars look down! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ANNE RUTLEDGE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |