by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
I practically inhaled A Child's Garden of Verses as a child. This was always one of my favorite poems, and windy nights still raise a strange excitement within me. They make me want to run, and sniff the air, and maybe even howl. (Perhaps it's not so surprising that I seem to understand dogs?)
Last night was just such a time, and with my excitement already aroused by the hike planning, I had to share the swaying pines with you.
|Hike Planning Report|
|Didn't get a lot done- I had some other commitments. Got 2 more days of our custom guide done, for a total of 4 days.
Hiked 1.5 miles with 31 pounds
P.S. I also found this "related article" widget today, the same as Ratty. I'm giving it a whirl for a few days, but if I don't like the articles it picks I'll keep making my own links.
Here are my choices to link:
See Sticky Fingers in Pine Cone City for another view of the pines.
See Wander Thirst for another favorite poem.