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lt’s the key to health and a newer life, | lt’s the key to health and a newer life, | ||
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And the country calls to the city-bred, | And the country calls to the city-bred, | ||
Latest revision as of 11:52, 16 July 2024
| Author | Fraser, Vonard |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Motor Land |
| Publisher | - |
| Year of Publication | 1922 |
| Pages | 16 |
| Additional information | - |
Through the forest aisles to the silver sea,
To the crest of the sun-kissed hills,
As the motor sings on the Open Road
And the heart of all nature thrills.
There’s a subtle lure in the summer air,
Wherever the road may lead,
And a power that throbs with the pulsing gears—
What a joy in the Age of Speed!
There’s a pleasure here that our fathers knew
At the pull of the dappled greys,
Or the Roman lord with his Arab steed
As he basked in the public gaze.
From the snow-clad peaks of the Siskiyous
To the warmth of the southern sun,
Over roads that wind through the marts of trade,
Does the traffic of pleasure run.
And we laugh at Time as the tardy Hours
In their gallop from Day’s red dawn
Are outdistanced far in the swift-sped race
By this product of brain and brawn.
lt’s the key to health and a newer life,
Where the treasures of Nature lie,
As the seasons pass from the Spring’s sweet breath
To the chill of the Winter's sigh.
And the dream of man is a broader dream
With the span of his life’s increase,
And the throbbing pulse of the motor car
Bears him nearer the haunts of Peace.
And the country calls to the city-bred,
"Come away from the fields of strife,
For a breath of air from the snow-clad peaks
In the traffic of Joy is Life.”
