She calls and calls each vagabond by name

October 5, 2007

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

– “A Vagabond Song,” by Bliss Carman, courtesy of

“Resume activities as tolerated” is the verdict from the orthopedist. Unfortunately, I still can’t tolerate a whole lot. He did mention that bones take upwards of 6 weeks to heal, so it should come as no real surprise that I still can’t do a push-up without collapsing to my right and howling like a twit. Nevertheless, I’m going to pick up a replacement helmet today, make a test ride to check the bike and then attempt 25 miles a brief ride tomorrow. We’ll see.

Ezmerelda has been diving into her baking book and friends, there is a cornucopia of baked goods planned for the next few days. Look upon our cooling racks, ye mighty, and despair. If the weather holds up this weekend, we’ll head out to a local festival and maybe the local botanical garden/arboretum, which is having a ‘free admission’ weekend.

Books in progress: Mansfield Park (me), The Most of P.G. Wodehouse (her), HP5 (bluebell), Journey to the Center of the Earth (everyone), Uncle Wiggly Stories (daisy and tulip).

Movies on tap: Emma (the BBC miniseries) and The Protector (Tony Jaa! woot!). I don’t expect much in the way of a plot from The Protector, but any excuse to see Tony Jaa clear a room is a good one. How much of a plot do you need, anyway? A gang of thieves from __________, come to a rural village and steal the sacred _________. Jaa must travel to the city of __________ and reclaim the treasure. Muay Thai, retribution to follow.

I would write more but apparently the managers are cooking lunch for the employees and I’ve been drafted into grill duty.


One Response to “She calls and calls each vagabond by name”

  1. josephmcbee Says:

    Love the poem, especially since I am a vagabond at heart.

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