Call of the Wild
The forest wilderness calls when autumn arrives,
It is the call of the wild beckoning to me;
Of brilliant foliage across open swaying meadows,
Of the ducks seeking food in reflecting rippling water.
Their plumage magnificent in the sunshine,
I like to hike the forest trails where red maples blaze;
And birds perch on mossy river boulders,
Of a creek that twists and turns through the fall forest.
Nature's patterns repeat in endless variations of flowers,
In meadows, thickets and open areas;
A wind whips my long hair and a lone tree clings to a cliff,
And polished rocks line the banks of the creeping creek.
That twists and turns through the autumn forest,
Leaves decorate every turn with enchanting scenes;
Lichen covered tree trunks punctuate the fall foliage,
And ferns are withering and dying amongst the glory.
Water thunders over the polished rocks in the creek,
And fall finery clads the hillsides so beautifully;
With golden red of the maple tree, yellow aspen and birch,
And the stained glass leaves fall in quiet still places.
A worn picnic table covered with multi-hued tones,
And a weathered old oak witnesses the passage of time;
I explore the cliffs and meadows where marigolds bloom,
I am a hiker who relishes the sweeping views of the wild.
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October 20, 2015
Verse
Prompt - Call Of The Wild
For the contest, Triple Prompt - Hear The Calling
Sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
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