Penelope by Dorothy Parker
In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas,
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.
I've always been a fan of Dorothy Parker's poetry. Yes, I know, she's a bit rough around the edges sometimes - but that's what I like about her writing. It's real stuff.
I think this image works well with the poem.