ROADWAYS

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 13, 14 October 1927, Page 6

ROADWAYS

One road leads to London One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. One road leads to the river, As it goes singing slow; My road leads to shipping, Where bronzed sailors go, Leads me, lures me, calls me To salt green tossing sea; A road without earll’s road-dust Is the right road for me. A wet road heaving, shining, And wild with sea-gulls’ cries, A mad sali sea-wind blowing The salt spray in my eyes, My road calls me, lures me West, east, south and north; Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth. To add more miles to the tally Of grey miles’ left behind, In quest of that one beauly Cond but me here to find.

John

Masefield