Oh pleasant things there be <br />Without this prison yard : <br /> <br />Fields green, and many a tree <br />With shadow on the sward, <br /> <br />And drifting clouds that pass <br /> <br />Saihng above the grass. <br /> <br />All lovely things that be <br /> <br />Beyond this strong abode <br />Send comfort back to me ; <br />Yea, everything I see <br /> <br />Except the hateful road ; <br />The road that runs so free <br /> <br />With many a dip and rise, <br />That waves and beckons me <br />And mocks and calls at me <br />And will not let me be <br /> <br />Even when I close my eyes.<br /><br />Frederick William (FW) Harvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hateful-road/
