{"id":2104,"date":"2018-08-13T19:15:49","date_gmt":"2018-08-14T02:15:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=2104"},"modified":"2019-05-03T19:16:53","modified_gmt":"2019-05-04T02:16:53","slug":"house-by-the-side-of-the-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=2104","title":{"rendered":"House By The Side of the Road"},"content":{"rendered":"      \n<p>Times change, don\u2019t they?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>While I was in college, I wrote and read a lot of poetry. I fell madly in love with the 17th century poet John Donne my senior year. I entered a poetry contest. I took a class.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But then after college&nbsp;I got away from it. In fact, I got to a point where I really didn\u2019t \u201cget it\u201d when it came to poetry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Over the past couple of months, however, poetry has been making a comeback in my life. Not the highly cerebral poetry like Donne&#8217;s, but more the poetry of the common man. It has touched my heart in old, familiar ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then, a&nbsp;couple of weeks ago I went to see my parents, and while I was there, my dad shared a poem with me called&nbsp;&#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.seacoastnh.com\/arts\/poetry\/the-house-by-the-side-of-the-road\/\">The House By The Side of the Road<\/a>.&#8221;&nbsp;It\u2019s a well-known poem. You\u2019ve probably heard it, but it\u2019s new to me\u2014and&nbsp;heavens! It affected me so deeply that it hasn\u2019t left the back of my mind ever since. If I ever pick&nbsp;up my embroidery floss, this will be the thing I&nbsp;cross-stitch.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If you haven&#8217;t heard it before, can I have the honor of introducing it to you? If you&#8217;re like the Old Me, and poetry isn&#8217;t your thing, I apologize. I get it. Just scroll on past.<em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.seacoastnh.com\/arts\/poetry\/the-house-by-the-side-of-the-road\/\">The House by the Side of the Road<br><\/a><em>by Sam Walter Foss<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;He was a friend to man, and lived&nbsp;<br>In a house by the side of the road.&#8221;<br>&#8212; Homer<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There are hermit souls that live withdrawn&nbsp;<br>In the place of their self-content;&nbsp;<br>There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,&nbsp;<br>In a fellowless firmament;&nbsp;<br>There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths<br>Where highways never ran-&nbsp;<br>But let me live by the side of the road&nbsp;<br>And be a friend to man.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let me live in a house by the side of the road,&nbsp;<br>Where the race of men go by-&nbsp;<br>The men who are good and the men who are bad,&nbsp;<br>As good and as bad as I.&nbsp;<br>I would not sit in the scorner&#8217;s seat,&nbsp;<br>Or hurl the cynic&#8217;s ban-&nbsp;<br>Let me live in a house by the side of the road&nbsp;<br>And be a friend to man.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I see from my house by the side of the road,&nbsp;<br>By the side of the highway of life,<br>The men who press with the ardor of hope,&nbsp;<br>The men who are faint with the strife.&nbsp;<br>But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears,&nbsp;<br>Both parts of an infinite plan-&nbsp;<br>Let me live in a house by the side of the road&nbsp;<br>And be a friend to man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead&nbsp;<br>And mountains of wearisome height;&nbsp;<br>That the road passes on through the long afternoon&nbsp;<br>And stretches away to the night.&nbsp;<br>But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice.&nbsp;<br>And weep with the strangers that moan,&nbsp;<br>Nor live in my house by the side of the road&nbsp;<br>Like a man who dwells alone.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let me live in my house by the side of the road-&nbsp;<br>It&#8217;s here the race of men go by.&nbsp;<br>They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,&nbsp;<br>Wise, foolish- so am I;&nbsp;<br>Then why should I sit in the scorner&#8217;s seat,&nbsp;<br>Or hurl the cynic&#8217;s ban?&nbsp;<br>Let me live in my house by the side of the road&nbsp;<br>And be a friend to man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe having my dad read this&nbsp;aloud to me as we rode in the car is the reason it affected me so much.&nbsp;<a href=\"http:\/\/tablesoftheheart.blogspot.com\/2018\/08\/to-live-in-house-by-side-of-road-and-be.html\">It made me want to be a better person<\/a>! 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