If tired of trees I seek again mankind, <br />Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, <br />To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. <br />There amid lolling juniper reclined, <br />Myself unseen, I see in white defined <br />Far off the homes of men, and farther still, <br />The graves of men on an opposing hill, <br />Living or dead, whichever are to mind. <br /> <br />And if by noon I have too much of these, <br />I have but to turn on my arm, and lo, <br />The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow, <br />My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze, <br />I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant, <br />I look into the crater of the ant.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vantage-point-the/
