The Open Trail
We have lighted our pipes and packed our kit
In the bow of our stout canoe,
And the paddles dip as we blithely hit
The trail of the open blue;
We are off to the land of careless days
To the spell of the summer breeze,
We are back again to the unmarked ways
Where the heart of a man's at ease.
There's a gurgle of water beneath the keel
As the ripples go plashing by;
We have left the city of brick and steel
For the arch of the kindly sky.
The murk that clouded the sun is fled
And our burden of care is gone,
And it's ho! for the camp and the fire ahead
And the scent of the pines at dawn.
The white of our cheeks will change to brown
And our muscles again will know
The springy strength that they lost in town
Where the sweating millions flow;
We're safe in the haven of God's outdoors
Away from barter and sale,
As we steer our course to the joyous shores
By the way of the open trail.