The “call of the wild” like the siren
Called sailors out on the Great Sea
Is a mystique, a longing, a passion
Which calls out to drifters like me.
I first heard her cry in my childhood
As semi’s would go rolling by,
And the trains of the Southern Pacific
Would roll past our house on the fly.
I heeded her call and I followed-
It carried me over the sea-
Phillipines, Wake, and Oahu-
The moonlight on old Waikiki..
I carried me into the Rockies-
Mojave’s no stranger to me...
The call of the wild is my summons
Boudoir of the wild and the free-
Love cannot hold me, nor fortune
The tug of the wife or the child-
Adrift on life’s sea, a need to be free
A slave to the call of the wild.