Friday, May 29, 2009
The things one finds inside the head
Robert Service, from memory.
There's a land where the mountains are nameless
and the rivers all run god knows where;
there are lives that are erring and aimless,
and deaths that hang by a hair;
there are hardships that nobody reckons
there are valleys unpeopled and still
there's a land, it beckons and beckons,
and I want to go back and I will.