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Author Name: Freestormwolf 5 Comments
Date Added: July 20, 2009 10:07:50 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Distant Echoes

And always deep inside
she hears the call of the wild.
The call away from the city streets
 noisy bars, garish faces
constant traffic.
In her inner core
She hears the call of the wild

The open spaces
 wind on her legs
 rain in her hair...
The exhilaration of the sea-scape
the roaring of the storm
the urging of her spirit ever onwards;
The beating of her life’s heart
Deep, deep inside, always

She hears the call of the wild

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Comment By: FreeMujtaba H Zaidi on December 2, 2009 06:47:24 AM Report
Sweet and sonorous description of the beauties of nature!!!
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on July 21, 2009 06:35:02 PM Report
I agree entirely - we all need some wild space - there should be some in every city. It is a very basic human need and you express it powerfully.


Do you know the Melanie Song Citiest People?:-


To the citiest people in the whole wide world
You've been unkind to an un-city girl
From the stone walls you grew
So I'm not blaming you
But look what the city
Just look how the city
Has taken a pretty
And made an ugly of you
Just look what the city is doin' to you

To the citiest people in the citiest towns
I'm not the one to be putting you down
From the stone walls you grew
But I grew there too
And I know that the city
The dirty old city
Can take such a pretty
And make an ugly of you
Just look what the city is doin' to you


This is a good version of it:-


Comment By: FreeMoonStar on July 20, 2009 11:14:37 PM Report
Oh this was divine. Anything with the call of the wild inside, it beckons me, like a breath of air breathing down upon my neck.






Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 20, 2009 11:09:46 PM Report
The call of the wind....Always beck..... Love this peaceful poem I so can relate too...
 Hugs She Whispers

Comment By: FreeChris B on July 20, 2009 05:03:24 PM Report
Such a tranquil and peaceful write. It's tough to ignore the voice that tells us where we belong...Nice write


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