Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
No better thing would I ever ask
Than to strike for the road - alone.
Walking in rain, bareheaded I'd go,
And steadily I'd tramp on
Toward the lift of the road over the hill
That goes to the world beyond.
With a good stiff wind to push against,
For feeling the joy of a fight,
And cool on my fever heated face
The raindrops beating fresh;
And to walk and walk away and away
Into the dark and the night,
Toward the lift of the road that goes over the hill
And out to the busy world
With its thousands of chances in city and town
For an eager man like me,
Where from harbors broad great ships go down
And out on the mighty sea.
And oh, for the chance to get away!
How joyfully I'd stride on!
Toward that lift in the road that goes over the hill
And out to the world beyond.