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Date: October 27th 1944

The Song of the Road

Give me a road, a broad highroad
            Winding o'er the lea,
Give me a pack upon my back
            Let me wander free

I'll have no home to call my own
            Except this woodland tree,
And grasses dry, piled thick and high
            My feather bed shall be

Why mind the rain, the heat or pain?
            What's lost if I should die?
Alone I'll wander - see out yonder
            The rainbow in the sky?

No cares have I, a cloud-flecked sky
            Spreads its canopy,
And sweet I'll sing as on I sing
            For the world belongs to me!


[Editor’s note: The poem was included at the end of the transcription of the letter of October 27, 1944.]