Open Poetry #4 |
The Call of the Wild |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
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. |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
The siren sings a lonely song.... I like this one lots, GS..... |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I think you are a slave to the poet's pen, with so much life to spill yet from it. Liz |
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Elizabeth
Moderator
Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Wow, Gunslinger! I love it! Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail- And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! -Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
This gives me a sense of me....I've often felt and lived like a nomad myself! LOL I know just what you mean - - beautifully written fine sir! I do enjoy reading your works! My dad wrote one with this same title, so I'm gonna send this one back up to be with his!! LOL Thanks for a splendid read! - - - If I can just touch you once, then I feel I have accomplished what I am called to do...- - pFF |
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