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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.
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.