THE CALL OF THE WILD
When sitting in a crowded room or working hard all day,
There is something that stirs my soul and carries me far away.
It’s the call of the wild some folks say, a voice deep within
That makes us long for natural things, away from the city din.

You long for a pure clear lake to fish, a wooded path to tread,
To fight the currant in your boat, or feed the ducks some bread.
You long for a sky filled with millions of stars, a full spring moon,
To sit by a lake and watch the setting sun, hear the call of the loon.

You long to look at the beauty of nature, Watch the birds in flight,
Listen for the howl of the wolves as they call in the dead of night,
You long to tramp along some wooded path, a pack upon your back,
And walk with fall leaves at your feet, see the moose with a full rack.

Wrap up warm in the winter and when early night comes by
Stand and gaze at the northern lights as they dance across the sky,
Watch the moon cast shadows on the coat of pure white snow,
And then stand in the sun by the falls and see a winter snowbow.

These simple things will heal you, bring solace to your weary soul.
They calm the worry of a troubled mind, make the heart feel whole.
The call of the wild is a clear call, one that is so hard to ignore.
So answer the call in your heart and cherish the memory pure.

Ann Margetson May 1 1997 ©