The Poetry Corner

The Road That Has No End

By Joseph Burrows

Hast ever tramped along the road That has no end? The far brown winding road, your one Fast friend A tattered weather-beaten swag, A silent mate To send His dumb warm comfort to the heart, A fount where dreams ascend. Theres wondrous freedom on the road That has no end; A mans heart glows, his spirit leaps To blend Its joy of life with fierce winds gust Upon his face: To lend Its cry to Natures tumult, full And shrill, as twilight shades descend. The flowers bloom along the road That has no end Cool breezes blow, the gum trees sway And bend; The wild doves woo, and softly coo Their soothing notes, And mend Hearts throbbing pain to sweet content, And peace lights on the minds sad trend Theres pain and toil along the road That has no end; A sinking heart, and weary feet That spend Their strength, and lag and crave respite; And dim tired eyes That tend To close their heavy lids upon The stinging dusts that upward wend. There are sweet still hours along the road That has no end Neath twinkling stars when nights deep shades Oerpend; A mans eyes shine with gathered tears, And memories come To rend His straining heart strings, while above The paling lights his mood commend. I love the road, the swagmans road That has no end; I love its joys, that pains and toils Transcend; It is my dreams, the life that fills my heart And when death comes and would My peacefulness Amend, I pray that God may let my soul depart With my tattered swag beside me, Mid my friends that never chide me, And my face towards the distant clouded hill, Where leads the far brown winding road That has no end.