Teachers Travelers: June 2011

By Walt Whitman

Italy, France and England await. I make the final preparations for a summer adventure, I feel so thankful for the opportunity I have to do what I love: to teach and to travel. Here are a couple of my favorite stanzas from one of my favorite poems of all time. Enjoy!

Plants and Flowers, plants species: June 2012
Its perennial foliage remains attractive throughout the year and its spring flowers are nothing short of beautiful. Phlox subulata forms shallow roots and its horizontal stems light easily so its common name creeping Phlox.

H appy S ummer !!: o)

1 AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

The earth moving right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh feeling of the road

The highway I travel, do you say to me Do not you say?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied,
adhere to me?
The public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself,
You will be more to me than my poem.
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all free poems also, > I think I could stop here and the miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever will behold me shall I, .

Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe - I have tried it - my own feet have tried it well - be not detain'd!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book On the shelf unopen'd!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! Let the money remain unearn'd!
Let the school stand!

the preacher preacher in his pulpit! Let the lawyer plead in the court, and judge the judge expound the law.
I give you my hand!
I give you my hand! Preaching or law;
Will you give me yourselp. will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick to each other as long as we live?