The call of the mountains
the call of the wild
calling back home
their little lost child
I hear my name
in the wind as it blows
it calls me to a place
that no one else knows
long moonlit walks
on dark starry nights
far far away
from bright city lights
the peace I feel
surrounded by trees
I turn my mind off
and set my soul free
be one with nature
a part of the land
be one with myself
become one grain of sand
I sing with the wildlife
and add my voice to the chorus
as I dance to the beat
of the heart of the forest.
About the Creator
Frank Ezernack III
I'm a production manager at a pallet factory in Pennsylvania. I write poetry in my free time as a hobby and a passion. It's an honor to be able to share my work with you all! I write on a wide variety of subjects and themes. Enjoy!
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