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...EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE NEW ARGONAUTS by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |