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WHEN WILD GEESE CALL
‘Tis a lonely cry and I know it’s part
For it lures my soul to the marsh and heath.
‘Tis the cry of a wild and beating heart
With it’s bourne sky and earth beneath.
I saw them come near the closing of day,
Their north-bound wings a-beating the sky,
And their spirit called “fly up and away
“For a kin of the north we’ll not deny.
And I’ll have no part in the haunts of men
When wild geese calling a-becken to me,
And I’ll hie me thither and on again
For we’re kin of the north and friends are we.
As a clarion note rings clear to the heart
Is the wildling call of the marsh and heath,
‘Tis the cry of an untamed world apart
With it’s bourne the sky, or the earth beneath.
I saw them go near the close of the day
Where a moulten sunset ribboned the sky.
And their north-bound wings went fleeting away
With my spirit a-tuned to their fading cry.
A Book of Poetry & Prose by Lorne C, Loney, 1964
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