Don Blanding

Some Lines Scrawled on the Door of Vagabond's House

West of the sunset stands my house; There. . and east of the dawn; North to the Arctic runs my yard; South to the Pole, my lawn; Seven seas are to sail my ships To the ends of the earth. . . beyond; Drifter's gold is for me to spend - For I am a vagabond. Fabulous cities are mine to loot; Queens of the earth to wed; Fruits of the world are mine to eat; The couch of a king, my bed; All that I see is mine to keep; Foolish the fancy seems, But I am rich with the wealth of Sight' The coin of the realm of dreams. . . The introductory poem to Blanding's poetry collection entitled Vagabond House published in 1928.