Henry David Thoreau

(12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)

What's The Railroad To Me? - Poem by Henry David Thoreau

What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.

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  • Rookie - 18 Points Ian Fraser (3/15/2011 9:36:00 PM)

    Nice to see a philosopher with a sense of humor. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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