A Rolling Stone Poem by Robert William Service

A Rolling Stone

Rating: 3.1

There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
My golden youth I'm squandering,
Sun-libertine am I;
A-wandering, a-wandering,
Until the day I die.

I was once, I declare, a Stone-Age man,
And I roomed in the cool of a cave;
I have known, I will swear, in a new life-span,
The fret and the sweat of a slave:
For far over all that folks hold worth,
There lives and there leaps in me
A love of the lowly things of earth,
And a passion to be free.

To pitch my tent with no prosy plan,
To range and to change at will;
To mock at the mastership of man,
To seek Adventure's thrill.
Carefree to be, as a bird that sings;
To go my own sweet way;
To reck not at all what may befall,
But to live and to love each day.

To make my body a temple pure
Wherein I dwell serene;
To care for the things that shall endure,
The simple, sweet and clean.
To oust out envy and hate and rage,
To breathe with no alarm;
For Nature shall be my anchorage,
And none shall do me harm.

To shun all lures that debauch the soul,
The orgied rites of the rich;
To eat my crust as a rover must
With the rough-neck down in the ditch.
To trudge by his side whate'er betide;
To share his fire at night;
To call him friend to the long trail-end,
And to read his heart aright.

To scorn all strife, and to view all life
With the curious eyes of a child;
From the plangent sea to the prairie,
From the slum to the heart of the Wild.
From the red-rimmed star to the speck of sand,
From the vast to the greatly small;
For I know that the whole for good is planned,
And I want to see it all.

To see it all, the wide world-way,
From the fig-leaf belt to the Pole;
With never a one to say me nay,
And none to cramp my soul.
In belly-pinch I will pay the price,
But God! let me be free;
For once I know in the long ago,
They made a slave of me.

In a flannel shirt from earth's clean dirt,
Here, pal, is my calloused hand!
Oh, I love each day as a rover may,
Nor seek to understand.
To enjoy is good enough for me;
The gipsy of God am I;
Then here's a hail to each flaring dawn!
And here's a cheer to the night that's gone!
And may I go a-roaming on
Until the day I die!

Then every star shall sing to me
Its song of liberty;
And every morn shall bring to me
Its mandate to be free.
In every throbbing vein of me
I'll feel the vast Earth-call;
O body, heart and brain of me
Praise Him who made it all!

Bernard F. Asuncion 05 February 2018

Such an interesting write by Robert William Service👍

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Ruta Mohapatra 05 February 2018

A wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 04 July 2022

It's said: A rolling stone gathers no moss!

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Susan Williams 05 February 2018

Oh. My. Word. Oh, what a calling for mankind to live free- -free itself from pettiness, ugliness, meaninglessness. If I were young, I would stuff a backpack and wander through God's world and Praise Him who made it all but I fear I will wander the world only in my imagination now as I watch it through my window. Giant super poet and a multifaceted miracle of a poem. 10 of course.

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Ndaiga Ngatia 05 February 2018

My golden youth I'm squandering, ...Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I die.... Beautiful, just beautiful

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Fran Jenkins 05 February 2018

A very beautiful poem.

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Raynolds Moseamedi 05 February 2018

Great poem...thanks

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