I sure would like to go!

Far From the Maddening Crowd

It seems to me I’d like to go

Where bells don’t ring, nor whistles blow,

Nor clocks don’t strike, nor gongs sound,

And I’d have stillness all around.

Not real stillness, but just the trees,

Low whispering, or the hum of bees,

Or brooks faint babbling over stones,

In strangely, softly tangled tones.

Or maybe a cricket or katydid,

Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid,

Or just some such sweet sound as these,

To fill a tired heart with ease.

If ‘tweren’t for sight and sound and smell,

I’d like the city pretty well,

But when it comes to getting rest,

I like the country lots the best.

Sometimes it seems to me I must

Just quit the city’s din and dust,

And get out where the sky is blue,

And say, now, how does it seem to you?

Nixon Waterman
from “The Best Love Poems of the American People

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Today we just took a drive way out in the country on the way home from errands. We never saw a human, and we didn't see a farm until the drive back. When we stopped at the river where the bridges use to be, it was so calm and quiet.  I would have loved to sit there the rest of the day.  I could picture us slipping the canoe I always wanted into the water and just paddling along the gentle current.  

Simple thoughts, simple pleasures.