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John Masefield - Roadways
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One road leads to London,  
    One road leads 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. 

Leads me, lures me, calls me 
    To salt green tossing sea; 
A road without earth`s road-dust 
    Is the right road for me. 

A wet road heaving, shining, 
    And wild with segulls` cries, 
A mad salt sea-wind blowing 
    The salt spray in my eyes. 

My road calls me, lures me 
    West, east, south, and north; 
Most roads lead men homewards, 
    My road leads me forth 

To add more miles to the tally  
    Of grey miles left behind, 
In quest of that one beauty  
    God put me here to find.
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