Wild Trails ©
Peter Morriss
Laurencekirk, Scotland
2004
When I awake to a new dawn
flaunting a resplendent sky,
'Tis then the lure of the wild
trails feel I;
I must wander lonely trails to
where mountains heave their
shoulders to the sky,
I must follow the wild trails
that to far horizons lie;
On to the purple headed peaks
like a fever I am drawn,
Who's broody silence brim
their shimmering dawns.
There's many a mile I've travelled
under the pale streak of the dawn,
For to follow the wild trails of nature
my kind were born;
And it's the call of the wild trails that
within my heart I nurse,
A call that grips and pushes me on, the
wild ways to traverse.
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