Nessmuk
A little Nesmuk gold as summer kicks into full force. This is from his excellent poetry book, "Forest Runes."
“Oh, leave this chase for place or gold, Through legal quips and tangles, Which makes young eyes grow hard and cold, With crowsfeet at the angles.
The miser’s hoard but pays his board, With meager clothes and bedding, While oft he finds a golden road, Exceedingly hard sledding.
Then come, ye dwellers of the town, From shop, and lane, and alley, To where a river sparkles down, A hemlock shaded valley.
Take from your life one week of strife, And add a week of leisure, That memory may some future day, Fall back upon with pleasure.”
If that doesn't make you want to escape the big smoke and get out into the woods I don't know what will.