Masefield
A Poem
One road leads to London,
One road runs to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
To the white dipping sails.
One road leads to the river
As it goes singing slow,
My road leads to shipping
Where the bronzed sailors go.
My road calls me, rules me
West, east, south and north.
Most roads lead men homewards.
My road leads me forth.