Poem of The Road

From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and
imaginary lines,
Going where I list—my own master, total and abso-
lute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they
say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of
the holds that would hold me.

~ Poem of The Road by Walt Whitman

Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk

15 thoughts on “Poem of The Road

    • Tak for det, Drake!!
      April og maj måned har en svært inspirerende natur ☺
      – og så særligt i år, efter en lang vinter.

    • Thanks a lot, Mike! April is an awesome month in Denmark. I see you are doing great too. Not too much snow when walking ☺

    • Hi Curt. The path continuous through an old hilly beech forest, cut by a stream, a relic from the last ice age.
      Then you cross an old country road and continue out on a beautiful pasture with grazing animals. If you insist on continuing your walk, the path goes into one of my favorite forests with one path more beautiful than the other and lakes full of fish 😊

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