Call Of The Wild Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Birds calling, spirits watching, soaring above, listening
to everything that reverberates in and about me.

Lasting images walking, traveling into trails of yesterday's
memories.

Fundamental and notorious, beautiful notes of a flute touch
an interior spirituality, kept close and treasured independ-
ently of everything else in life's pathway.

Thunder rolling, clashing into this mind with an effervescent
lilting call of the wild.