The longer I live the more my mind dwells upon
I am in love with this world. . . I have tilled
the beauty and wonder of the world.
I have loved the feel of the grass under my feet,
and the sound of the running streams by my side.
The hum of the wind in the treetops has always
been good music to me, and the face of the fields
has often comforted me more than the faces of men.
its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited
upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown.
I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters,
crossed its deserts, felt the sting if its frosts, the oppression of its
heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have
beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
John Burrough
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