Today’s Poetry Friday round up is hosted by Tabatha Yeatts @ The Opposite of Indifference
My summer shift begins today: the van is packed with all I will need for July and August, even the plants from my classroom which now grace the porch. I’ve shifted, already, from the go-go-go pace of the school year into the anything-but-teaching phase that marks the first week after school ends. Now, I am ready to shift into summer mode, easing back into the teaching mindset of summer – mulling over ideas, reading new books, and writing my way into planning for a new year.
Today, we will point our full to the brim van North, and head towards our Walden: a farm tucked away in the middle green mountains, corn fields and dairy farms. This Walden, luckily, is a mindset, and a place.
Going to Walden by Mary Oliver
It isn’t very far as highways lie.
I might be back by nightfall, having seen
The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.
Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.
They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:
How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!
Many have gone, and think me half a fool
To miss a day away in the cool country.
Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish,
Going to Walden is not so easy a thing
As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult
Trick of living, and finding it where you are.