When I’m on a vacation, be it a month-long backpacking trip or weekend jaunt, each day I plan to leave a section of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road. I might leave it in a B&B guestbook, tuck a note behind a hotel painting or write it on a dollar bill I spend at a hot dog stand. In any case, I’ll be tracking where I leave the poem here. I call it The Open Road Project. Click on the stanzas below to find out where they’ve been left and track the poem’s progress here.
I left the 14th section of the poem at Brick House Antiques, a sweet little store in the sweet little town of Lewisburg, WV. I picked up a giant tea ball for soup making, infusing, and of course for brewing copious amounts of tea.
I loved this “LOVE” tapestry, but it was a little too pricey for me to take home. Instead, I left my poem below it.
“The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road—the gay fresh sentiment of the road.”