Thursday, April 15, 2010

By The Side Of The Road

A tiny, tiny, wee little house ... near Snow Hill, MD
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The House By the Side of the Road

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by -
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears -
Both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
And the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by -
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

-- Sam Walter Foss

1 comments:

Illustrated Photography April 16, 2010 at 3:37 PM  

I love that poem, I used the same one on a photo of Pop-Pop when I was first on Scrapbook Flair.....! Awesome Pictures....I really love the one of the truck! Nice Memories Momma! Once you get your passport we'll meet in Poland and reinvent Derlection photography!

love you!

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