Call of The Wild
March 3, 2015
Just beyond the gate
The tall green grass grows
Over hills and valleys
The hurried wild wind blows
My soul wants to run
Beneath the summer sun
My voice will echo loud
Waking the idle clouds
The mountains welcome me
To play beneath the tree
My spirit cannot wait
To taste so wild a fate
Just beyond the gate
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