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On a recent trip to Canyonlands National Park, Druid Arch was rediscovered along with a poem by Robert Service.

This is a magnificent and awe-inspiring place.  It is otherworldly and tickles a funny place in a wanderer’s heart, the same place Robert Service’s Rover plucks at…

– C.K.

The Rover by Robert Service 

I

Oh, how good it is to be

Foot-loose and heart-free!

Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast sky;

Trail to try and goal to win, white road and cool inn;

Fields to lure a lad afar, clear spring and still star;

Lilting feet that never tire, green dingle, fagot fire;

None to hurry, none to hold, heather hill and hushed fold;

Nature like a picture book, laughing leaf and bright brook;

Every day a jewel bright, set serenely in the night;

Every night a holy shrine, radiant for a day divine.

Weathered cheek and kindly eye, let the wanderer go by.

Woman-love and wistful heart, let the gipsy one depart.

For the farness and the road are his glory and his goad.

Oh, the lilt of youth and Spring! Eyes laugh and lips sing.

Yea, but it is good to be

Foot-loose and heart-free!

II

Yet how good it is to come

Home at last, home, home!

On the clover swings the bee, overhead’s the hale tree;

Sky of turquoise gleams through, yonder glints the lake’s blue.

In a hammock let’s swing, weary of wandering;

Tired of wild, uncertain lands, strange faces, faint hands.

Has the wondrous world gone cold? Am I growing old, old?

Grey and weary . . . let me dream, glide on the tranquil stream.

Oh, what joyous days I’ve had, full, fervid, gay, glad!

Yet there comes a subtile change, let the stripling rove, range.

From sweet roving comes sweet rest, after all, home’s best.

And if there’s a little bit of woman-love with it,

I will count my life content, God-blest and well spent. . . .

Oh but it is good to be

Foot-loose and heart-free!

Yet how good it is to come

Home at last, home, home!