What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.
More verses by Henry David Thoreau
- Great God, I Ask For No Meaner Pelf
- Salmon Brook
- I Was Made Erect And Lone
- Light-Winged Smoke
- They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below