The House and the Road

The House and the Road

At the end of summer, when I had to leave White Rock Farm and Cousin Mabel on the Massachusetts coast and return with my parents to our Midwestern home for the school year, Cousin Mabel  read a poem to me:

The little Road says Go,
the little House says Stay;
and O, it’s bonny here at home,
but I must go away.

The little Road, like me,
would seek and turn and know,
and forth I must,to learn the things
the little Road would show!”

And go I must, my dears,
and journey while I may,
though heart be sore for the little House
that had no word but Stay.

Maybe no other way
your child could ever know
why the little House would have you stay,
when the little Road says Go.

Josephine Preston Peabody

I don’t want to leave home.  There are books to read, Christmas gifts to make, recipes to try, curtains to sew, the cats to pet.  But the road, which has friends and relatives to visit, mountains and lakes to see, campgrounds and trails to enjoy, says go.

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