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The Call of the Wild
Standing under the night sky,
A sky filled with glittering stars,
I feel a strange yearning fill my heart,
As I gaze o'er the shadowy meads.
Many a time have I felt this call,
Mother Nature's call; I have heard it ring,
Ring in the hills, vales and meads.
Stronger it grows with every toll,
Beckoning me to come unto her.
A cool breeze ruffles my hair.
As I stand wrapped in thought,
The call of the Wild echoes in me.
My heart longs to break free......
To escape the shackles of life,
The shackles of worry and care,
Till the end when death takes me.
Words spoken by the breeze echo,
Echo in my mind as I watch,
The owls and the bats wheel by.
"No treasure than the glittering stars,
Does life possess in greater measure.
Melodies sweet, beyond thy reach,
Thou will find in the songbirds' calls.
No greater source of learning ,
Than Nature has life ever had.
Life is a flicker of flame, too brief.
why doth thou test it in the storm,
The storm that man hath made ?
Shield it and let it grow,
Step out into the endless wild,
And live with it.......
Let the flame burn big and bright,
And keep it steady till the end...."
Many a time this call I have felt,
Many a time have I resisted.
Pushing on into the storm,
A creature filled with Human folly.
Very soon a day will come......
When I take the paths not trodden,
When I feel the free wind in my face,
The songs of the birds galore and,
Watch the stars wheel across the sky.
The life I shall lead will be real, for,
Then will I be one with Nature - one with the wild.....