It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain’d!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
[song of the open road, walt whitman]
i read this excerpt from Song of the Open Road at alexa and chris' wedding in november. this is our anthem this year. gimme all the open roads we can find. adventure, be it near or far, is what we're after. my soul is itching to take the boys places. to travel. to see all that this world has. so, twenty seventeen, let's do this.