Wild One

            Where are you running Wild One?

            Away from slow and still

            Away from roads and streets and paths

            Up the ragged windy hill

 

Where are you off to Wild One?

Where no one else can follow

To ride upon the sleek black tail

Of the swiftest flying swallow

 

            Where are you going Wild One?

            To where no bright lights shine

            To peaks where I can see the stars

            When the nights are fine

 

            What are you leaving Wild One?

            The gridlocked cities choked

            With noise and fumes and hooting horns

            Under brown clouds cloaked

 

            When will you come back Wild One?

            Not until the winter wind

            Sweeps the banks with snow

            And strips the trees bare of their leaves

            Then I’ll come back, I know

The End

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