Here is another fun and enjoyable poem on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Just think how you, someone you love anyone just keep walking and walking down a never ending road. Thia would not be a fun way for life to take you, really think about it, an it can happen With that though in mind, now read this poem.
<p dir="auto">Hast ever tramped along the road<br /> That has no end?<br /> The far brown winding road, your one<br /> Fast friend<br /> A tattered weather-beaten swag,<br /> A silent mate<br /> To send<br /> His dumb warm comfort to the heart,<br /> A fount where dreams ascend. <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmRF9mTqFgr8mpURbFDgDXYo86jDkiLUUqwyTPKCfNTbN1/walking%20down%20lod%20winding%20road.jpeg" alt="walking down lod winding road.jpeg" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmRF9mTqFgr8mpURbFDgDXYo86jDkiLUUqwyTPKCfNTbN1/walking%20down%20lod%20winding%20road.jpeg 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmRF9mTqFgr8mpURbFDgDXYo86jDkiLUUqwyTPKCfNTbN1/walking%20down%20lod%20winding%20road.jpeg 2x" /> <p dir="auto">There�s wondrous freedom on the road<br /> That has no end;<br /> A man�s heart glows, his spirit leaps<br /> To blend<br /> Its joy of life with fierce wind�s gust<br /> Upon his face:<br /> To lend<br /> Its cry to Nature�s tumult, full<br /> And shrill, as twilight shades descend. <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmb1GuD4bBA29fMpNSCY196HpBXWXaXxNjZbynLZKn1xEf/wind%20blowing.jpeg" alt="wind blowing.jpeg" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmb1GuD4bBA29fMpNSCY196HpBXWXaXxNjZbynLZKn1xEf/wind%20blowing.jpeg 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmb1GuD4bBA29fMpNSCY196HpBXWXaXxNjZbynLZKn1xEf/wind%20blowing.jpeg 2x" /> <p dir="auto">The flowers bloom along the road<br /> That has no end<br /> Cool breezes blow, the gum trees sway<br /> And bend;<br /> The wild doves woo, and softly coo<br /> Their soothing notes,<br /> And mend<br /> Heart�s throbbing pain to sweet content,<br /> And peace lights on the mind�s sad trend <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmY8qnjvTsokpbxNVQMoPtyyNQ6u9THivyuw6GgRhZqdvR/flowers%20alond%20road.jpeg" alt="flowers alond road.jpeg" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmY8qnjvTsokpbxNVQMoPtyyNQ6u9THivyuw6GgRhZqdvR/flowers%20alond%20road.jpeg 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmY8qnjvTsokpbxNVQMoPtyyNQ6u9THivyuw6GgRhZqdvR/flowers%20alond%20road.jpeg 2x" /> <p dir="auto">There�s pain and toil along the road<br /> That has no end;<br /> A sinking heart, and weary feet<br /> That spend<br /> Their strength, and lag and crave respite;<br /> And dim tired eyes<br /> That tend<br /> To close their heavy lids upon<br /> The stinging dusts that upward wend. <p dir="auto">There are sweet still hours along the road<br /> That has no end<br /> �Neath twinkling stars when night�s deep shades<br /> O�erpend;<br /> A man�s eyes shine with gathered tears,<br /> And memories come<br /> To rend<br /> His straining heart strings, while above<br /> The paling lights his mood commend. <pre><code>I love the road, the swagman�s road That has no end; I love its joys, that pains and toils Transcend; It is my dreams, the life that fills my heart And when death comes and would My peacefulness Amend, I pray that God may let my soul depart With my tattered swag beside me, �Mid my friends that never chide me, And my face towards the distant clouded hill, Where leads the far brown winding road That has no end.