Here is an excerpt from Country Roads by Robert Bly.
So many times this week I've felt like weeping.
It's natural, like the cry of Canada Geese
Who call to each other over the darkening reeds
In my early poems I praised so many lost things.
The way the crickets' cries in October carried
Them into the night sky felt right to me.
Every way of knowing is blessed by bootleggers.
Because the government does not allow delight
To be sold, you have to find it on the country roads.
- Robert Bly