My feet are set on the outward trails
And the call of the roistering sea.
My wings are spread on the outbound gales
And the paths that are long and free.


From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith (June 23, 1926)


My feet are set on the outward trails And the call of the roistering sea. My wings are spread on the outbound gales And the paths that are long and...

My feet are set on the outward trails And the call of the roistering sea. My wings are spread on the outbound gales And the paths that are long and...

My feet are set on the outward trails And the call of the roistering sea. My wings are spread on the outbound gales And the paths that are long and...

My feet are set on the outward trails And the call of the roistering sea. My wings are spread on the outbound gales And the paths that are long and...