Does anyone know the rest of this poem, or have a full copy. It is possibly by Geoffrey Winthrop Young. Nothing comes up on Google.

And in my darkest hours of urban depression
I sometimes take out that dog eared map
And perhaps a dried blade of grass will fall out
And remind me that i was once a free man of the hills

Hi Soccer mom.

I dont recognise this one... but it is similar in one line to this poem by Geoffrey Winthrop Young


I have not lost the magic of long days:
I live them, dream them still.
Still I am master of the starry ways,
and freeman of the hill.
Shattered my glass, ere half the sands had run, -
I hold the heights, I hold the heights I won.

Mine still the hope that hailed me from each height,
mine the unresting flame.
With dreams I charmed each doing to delight;
I charm my rest the same.
Severed my skein, ere half the strands were spun, -
I keep the dreams, I keep the dreams I won.

What if I live no more those kingly days?
their night sleeps with me still,
I dream my feet upon the starry ways;
my heart rests in the hill.
I may not grudge the little left undone;
I hold the heights, I keep the dreams I won.

On
this website (http://www.remoteplaces.co.uk/scrapbook/memories.asp#magic)

Thanks, yes thats the only one of his poems that seems to be available online. The search continues..........