A Call For The Wild Poem by Michael Troy Buffo

The corporate ladder has many rungs
But the scream of freedom fills my lungs;
To leave this world of dog eat dog
And hike through a misty mountain fog.
Let me leave behind these commuter woes
To lay in field where the wild flow'r grows.
All 'round this world I'm bossed
Yet I've seldom seen a country frost.
Instead of the city's constant throng,
I'd rather hear a wild bird's song.
Please take me from this place of stature
And deposit me with mother nature;
To escape these smoke-filled conference rooms
For the place where the majestic redwood looms...