The Sound of the Trees

Back in college I went to a used book sale and found a book of poems by Robert Frost for $1. The last poem in the book was called The Sound of the Trees, and was written in 1912.  It’s always been a special poem to me because it encourages me to go out and do things instead of just talking about them. It’s a mindset that has really been helpful in getting out the door and going (granted we still have a ways to go). The name of this blog comes from this poem and we hope the reminder helps us get out and go rather than just talking about going. So thanks to the wonders of public domain, here is the poem:

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

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