To the side of the woodshed...
So I've got space for the new load of wood I'm getting delivered this week...
Then I'll really get a workout... :))
|“THERE’S no sense in going further—it’s the edge of cultivation,”|
|So they said, and I believed it—broke my land and sowed my crop—|
|Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station|
|Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.|
|Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes|
|On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated—so:|
|“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges—|
|“Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!”|
|Anybody might have found it but—His Whisper came to Me!|