when i had left the city street

and lost the open road,

i breathed contentedly and deep

as one who shifts a load.

i wasn’t caring where i went

or where i meant to go.

but i was tossing from my path

the brown leaves drifted so.

when i was wondering aimlessly

just what my quest would bring.

i saw a pink arbutus bloom

and heard a warbler sing.

the sky seemed blue and higher here

than it was back in town.

and oh! the wind delighted me,

the way it blew around.

and then i sought the grey glen road.

went with it thru the wood.

and in its long green isles i walked

and worshipfully stood.{34}

my neighbor questioned from the fence

what i had seen out there?

i said i sought adventure

and i found it everywhere.