I did find the poem, but it wasn't the one I was thinking of. This is the one I was thinking of (sorry to take up so much space in your comments; I found it in a book, not online, so I can't link to it):
The Right Kind of People
Gone is the city, gone the day, Yet still the story and the meaning stay:
Once where a prophet in the palm shade basked A traveler chanced at noon to rest his miles. "What sort of people may they be," he asked, "In this proud city on the plains o'erspread?" "Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?" "What sort?" the packman scowled; "why, knaves and fools." "You'll find the people here the same," the wise man said.
Another stranger in the dusk drew near, And pausing, cried "What sort of people here "In your bright city where yon towers arise?" "Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?" "What sort?" the pilgrim smiled, "Good, true, and wise." "You'll find the people here the same," The wise man said.
I've been 'bitten' many times over in this place we now live..I believe it's the culture (this is the 2nd time to live here). I've moved over 30 times and found that other places/people are certainly more open and kind. I have a bit of Pollyanna in me; I too will try it today.
I'm not buying the opinion in your quote of the day, but have a wonderful week, too.
ReplyDeleteSo true.
ReplyDeleteBut a good reminder nonetheless. I will indeed try it today.
I remember a poem I read as a kid called, "It's Not the Town; It's You," which was a variation on the theme. I'll see if I can find it.
ReplyDeleteI did find the poem, but it wasn't the one I was thinking of. This is the one I was thinking of (sorry to take up so much space in your comments; I found it in a book, not online, so I can't link to it):
ReplyDeleteThe Right Kind of People
Gone is the city, gone the day,
Yet still the story and the meaning stay:
Once where a prophet in the palm shade basked
A traveler chanced at noon to rest his miles.
"What sort of people may they be," he asked,
"In this proud city on the plains o'erspread?"
"Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?"
"What sort?" the packman scowled; "why, knaves and fools."
"You'll find the people here the same," the wise man said.
Another stranger in the dusk drew near,
And pausing, cried "What sort of people here
"In your bright city where yon towers arise?"
"Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?"
"What sort?" the pilgrim smiled,
"Good, true, and wise."
"You'll find the people here the same,"
The wise man said.
--Edwin Markham
I love that quote. It's very true. The loving person doesn't have to be loved back in all things to love all, just the same.
ReplyDeleteI've been 'bitten' many times over in this place we now live..I believe it's the culture (this is the 2nd time to live here). I've moved over 30 times and found that other places/people are certainly more open and kind. I have a bit of Pollyanna in me; I too will try it today.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying Rosemary.
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