Cry of the Wild - Dreaming....

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Cry of the Wild
by David Hadfield

I dream of a wild forest.
It seems to call my name.
So green, it goes forever;
Never settled, never tame.

And there runs wild a river,
So calm along the shore.
It whispers, please come hither.
Come wander me once more.

So when the sun is rising,
Strong to melt the snow,
I gather pack and paddle,
And north away again I go.

And may I find the Wild Forest.
May I find the Quiet Shore.
And if I find they all escape me,
May I search forevermore.

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My life as a young person was full of chaos. The woods were the one place I could find peace. Words exactly like this encouraged me to have a career in forestry. I also credit Thoreau and Muir and their writing for showing me the path. And Sig Olsen et al.
 

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My life as a young person was full of chaos. The woods were the one place I could find peace. Words exactly like this encouraged me to have a career in forestry. I also credit Thoreau and Muir and their writing for showing me the path. And Sig Olsen et al.
-----> I soundly identify with your sentiment "pine" - it became more than an escape for me - it became a lifestyle too. I am so thankful for those in my life who lead the way.
 

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At age 70, the Wild is now my Religion, my place to get exercise, my place for meditation, the place to exercise my dog, get away from the house, pretty much the thing I care about most. It used to be be my occupation and vocation. Now it is a place for scientific study and contemplation.
 
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