The road stretched out as far as you can see, no real plans other than getting to your destination, what’s not to love about a road trip? My husband and I were on the road again, heading to distant lands—well, distant states anyway. On the way, there was plenty of road food to be had, plenty of interesting sights to see, lots of time to listen to music and lots of opportunity to have deep conversation. Yes, those were wonderful days filled with magical moments!
Song of the Open Road
By Walt Whitman
(Part 1 of 15) For the complete poem, click here.
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
XOXO Rachel
Wondrance 