Man of the Road

A Poem By Mary // 6/2/2010

 “Who are you there, walking past my gate?”

“A man of the road, my lady,

whose wings are his feet,

whose home is the highway,

whose friends are his staff and his song.”

“Where are you going, Man of the Road?”

“Over the hill, my lady,

on towards the mountains,

on towards the sea,

on with the call of the wind.”

“What are you seeking, Man of the Road?”

“The rainbow’s gold, my lady,

and the song of the lark,

and the sunset’s fire,

and the light of the moon on the sea.”

“How far will you go, Man of the Road?”

“How can I say, my lady?

Maybe a mile,

maybe a league,

maybe a hundred or more.”

“When will you return, Man of the Road?”

“I cannot tell, my lady.

Perhaps in a day,

perhaps in a year,

perhaps never more, never more.”

“Where will you stop, Man of the Road?”

“Where the sun meets the hill, my lady,

or where the moon rests,

or where the stars hide,

or where sky and the waves have touched.”

“Will we meet again, good Man of the Road?

“I hope we may, dear lady,

if the stars hold course,

if the road runs true,

and the wind blows fair on the highways.”



Beautiful.  Simply beautiful.  I especially love the lines:

“What are you seeking, Man of the Road?”

“The rainbow’s gold, my lady,

and the song of the lark,

and the sunset’s fire,

and the light of the moon on the sea.”

Clare Marie | Wed, 06/02/2010

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

I love this!

I love this!

Heather | Wed, 06/02/2010

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

lovely :)

This reminds me of something, but I'm too thick to remember. It was something I really like...

Anna | Wed, 06/02/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Beautiful. Just beautiful. It

Beautiful. Just beautiful. It was majestic yet simplistic imagery, sing-songy and so sweet. It was delightful. I will come back to this again. Thank you for posting it.

paperpoet | Wed, 06/02/2010

 You are most welcome,

 You are most welcome, Paperpoet.  And thanks so much to all the rest of you who commented.  I'm glad you enjoyed this!


Mary | Wed, 06/02/2010

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

I like this.

The imagry, the words, the way each verse is a question and answer.  Makes me want to travel and have an adventure or two.

James | Thu, 06/03/2010

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle


I loved the whole thought and develpoment of this peom; simply beautiful. :>

Mairead | Thu, 06/03/2010


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

 I hate poetry, normally.

 I hate poetry, normally. This is pretty good though, I made it all the way through by my self.

-Loving Brother

Anonymous | Thu, 06/03/2010

I loved everything. It had a

I loved everything. It had a wonderful rhythm to it, and beautifully simplistic imagery.

E | Thu, 06/03/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

*shivers* WOW. Love this poem

*shivers* WOW. Love this poem Mary. it.

Kay J Fields | Fri, 06/04/2010

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