<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri"><b> </b>Vocation</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 23px;"><font face="Calibri"><br></font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">This dream the world is having about itself</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">includes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail,</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">a groove in the grass my father showed us all</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">one day while meadowlarks were trying to tell</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">something better about to happen.</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 23px;"><font face="Calibri"><br></font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">I dreamed the trace to the mountains, over the hills,</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">and there a girl who belonged wherever she was.</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">But then my mother called us back to the car:</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">she was afraid, she always blamed the place,</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">the time anything my father planned.</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 23px;"><font face="Calibri"><br></font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">Now both my parents, the long line through the plain,</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">the meadowlarks, the sky, the world's whole dream</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">remain, and I hear him say while I stand between the two,</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">helpless, both of them part of me:</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri">"Your job is to find what the world is trying to be."</font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 23px;"><font face="Calibri"><br></font></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><font face="Calibri"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>- William Stafford</font></div></div></body></html>