The Wild Ones
Loved is that dusty road and dell
Dear to thee, that path and wold
And clung to is that freedom swell
Of open air, the way of old
Drear is the roof above thy head
Treasured is the natural sky
How thee despised thine home and bed
And thine heart longed for room to fly
What art thee to choose the wild?
When offered shelter, comfort, love?
What art thee, not meek and mild,
But fierce and sharp as the stars above
Who am I to cage thee so,
When I see thy true desire
Is to run amongst the roe,
And bed within the thorny briar?
Who am I to take the beast,
And bring it from the sky above
Who am I, though I’ve never ceased,
To give thee all my heart and love.
When thou turns thine eyes to sea
Or the heights of mountains reach
When thou looks, please think of me
Who gave you what I could not teach.
So I will watch and wait for thee
In hopes that thou art ever close by
But if thou didst never see,
Then how my broken heart will cry!
Oh, for those who loved the free
And for those who share my love
The world will never weep for thee,
But I will ever, for thee, my love
I will wonder how long I must wait
Before thy heart brings thee back to me
But maybe ‘tis the design of fate
If I wait forever for thee
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Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015
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