C. S. Lewis: The Roads
I stand on the windy uplands among the hills of DownWith all the world spread out beneath,meadow and sea and town,And ploughlands on the far-off hillsthat glow with friendly brown. And ever across the rolling landto the far horizon line,Where the blue hills border the misty west,I see the white roads twine,The rare roads and the fair roadsthat call this Read More ›