Poem: Horizons

I would give all I have for a place to be

Where boundless horizons reach out to the sea --

Like the castles of war gods the mountains rise,

Crowned with ramparts of ice ’near tumultuous skies.

I’d trade easy comforts; I’d trade youth and looks

For a warm, dry cabin, a trunk of books,

And the health and strength to be mates with the vast

Till the winds and the stars call me home at last.