Poetry Friday: Henry David Thoreau

Speaking of Civil Disobedience (and of missing the point), here is an interesting little poem by Mr. Thoreau.

What's the Railroad to Me?

What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

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