A host of poppies, a flight of swallows; <br />A flurry of rain, and a wind that follows <br />Shepherds the leaves in the sheltered hollows <br />For the forest is shaken and thinned. <br /> <br /> <br />Over my head are the firs for rafter; <br />The crows blow south, and my heart goes after; <br />I kiss my hands to the world with laughter— <br />Is it Aidenn or mystical Ind? <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, the whirl of the fields in the windy weather! <br />How the barley breaks and blows together! <br />Oh, glad is the free bird afloat on the heather— <br />Oh, the whole world is glad of the wind!<br /><br />Edwin Markham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-road/
