Full Moon Cabin   7 comments

Peloncillo MountainsFull Moon Cabin — Image by kenne

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,

A race that can’t stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

And they climb the mountain’s crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

And they don’t know how to rest.

— from The Men That Don’t Fit In, by Robert W. Service

 

7 responses to “Full Moon Cabin

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  1. amazing tones!!!

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  2. Beautiful cabin!
    I love the Robert Service poem he was one of my pa and grandpa’s favorites! Have you ever read The Cremation of Sam McGee by Service?

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  3. Of course, the gypsy in me related to the Robert Service poem quite easily. I would be perfectly happy roaming all the time…anyplace, it doesn’t matter where.

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