To The Road : : By Paul Laurence Dunbar Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning,Who ‘s for the road?Sun-flecked and soft, where the dead leaves are raining,Who ‘s for the road?Knapsack and alpenstock press hand and shoulder,Prick of the brier and roll of the boulder;[Pg 164]This be your lot till the seasonContinue reading “To The Road : Paul Laurence Dunbar : : Bird Poems : :”