The Motor Road
| Author | Bary, D. B. |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | - |
| Publisher | - |
| Year of Publication | 1912 |
| Pages | 721-722 |
| Additional information | - |
The open road’s a pleasure to the heart,
When underneath the hood is sixty horse;
I wait the moment when I may depart,
To roll along the smooth and level course.
When underneath the hood is sixty horse,
Singing and spinning with the joy of power,
To roll along the smooth and level course,
Is surely to be happy for an hour.
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Singing and spinning with joy of power,
Roaring up hills and winding through ravines
Is surely to be happy for an hour;
How else can one grasp half so many scenes?
Roaring up hills and winding through ravines,
Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,
How else can one grasp half so many scenes?
So let us dawdle though we well might rush.
Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,
By hamlets where the low-roofed houses stand,
So let us dawdle tho’ we well might rush.
‘Tis pleasant thus to idle through the land.
By hamlets where the low-roofed houses stand,
Over the downs where feed the scattered sheep,
‘Tis pleasant thus idle through the land,
Through woodlands where the western shades lie deep.
Over the downs where feed the scattered sheep,
Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,
Through woodlands where the western shades lie deep,
And so at last we turn again toward town.
Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,
We drive until the evening wind blows drear,
And so at last we turn again toward town;
The roar of traffic beats upon the ear.
We drive until the evening wind blows drear;
I long for such a day to come once more.
The roar of traffic beats upon the ear,
I part with romance at the city’s door.
I long for such a day to come once more,
I wait the moment when I may depart;
I part with romance at the city’s door.
The open road’s a pleasure to the heart.
