Little Trip

Let's go. Let's be somewhere awhile

We haven't ever been before;

And strangers cut the random grass

Or leave it ragged. That can pass;

For now the road climbs more and more,

And we are silent mile by mile

Between whose woods? We'll never know

Unless we stop to read his name.

Up and over, down and on

Around this mountain, blue then brown.

Here is a river, wild or tame

According as the rocks below

Be few or many. Next a house,

And neat or not we like it well,

For someone else does all the chores

Or doesn't do them. Churches, stores —

There, I heard the crossing bell.

So home by dark to moth and mouse.