Away From Men

I'd like to be away from men,
Far in the countryside.
Where growths upon the land,
Can reach both far and wide.

Where I can see the horizon,
Stretched in its upland height.
Where gullies from the crested dome,
Run almost out of sight.

Where rocky inclines reach the sky,
To leap up in the air.
As colors reach to make a sweep,
At places that are bare.

T'is joy to hear the rippling tones,
Where waters choose to run.
To see the stems of a barren mass,
That were ripened in the sun.

O Yes...it's not for solitude,
That I so often stare.
But it's the complicated things,
That men puts in my hair.

E.P. 1908 - 1989