Saturday, June 27, 2009

CouchSurfer!













When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen,—
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down,—
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.
.............................Charles Kingsley

4 comments:

African gurl said...

where was this pic taken, you still traveling the world?
Love the poem too.

Anonymous said...

love, love the poem ...fiona

sam said...

nice =)

streetsider said...

great poem!! i have felt this poem since i was about 12