There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament.
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran -
But let me live (in my house) by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
-Sam Walter Foss (sort of) *
* The entire poem (this is the first verse) is called The House By The Side of the Road. I added "in my house" which is not in the first verse.
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament.
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran -
But let me live (in my house) by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
-Sam Walter Foss (sort of) *
* The entire poem (this is the first verse) is called The House By The Side of the Road. I added "in my house" which is not in the first verse.
MAR 06, 2011 11:41 PM
Wow I love this poem its making me think good sir
MAR 07, 2011 07:22 AM
welcome back... "home" 
MAR 07, 2011 07:38 AM
"Not all who wander (in their homes) are lost". ~Unknown (sort of)
MAR 07, 2011 04:35 PM
Cheers for the comments on Fairytale
MAR 07, 2011 05:28 PM
Thank you
MAR 07, 2011 09:46 PM
How could I pass up wanting to be friends with someone as funny, sweet and awesome as yourself?! 
MAR 07, 2011 10:56 PM
I love the poem
MAR 07, 2011 11:27 PM
thank you.
MAR 08, 2011 12:55 AM
MAR 08, 2011 07:17 AM
you are always there...
cmon... make me warm and unemotional too!
