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Poetry: Call Of The Wild

Updated on February 3, 2014

Calling Us Home

Someday, the wild will call us home from our artificial domestic environment.
Someday, the wild will call us home from our artificial domestic environment.

Call Of The Wild

Once we were all wild,

We were creatures of the outside,

Free, unburdened and content,

Hunting and gathering,

Gathering and hunting,

We wanted for nothing,

Then, with the end of the ice,

We started planting crops, such as wild rice,

Wheat, barley, oats and much more,

Against the land itself, we committed war,

Ripping, chopping, killing, sculpting and moulding,

Thus came civilisation, its desire for conquest unfolding,

Those who remained wild,

Came to be reviled,

By the domesticated civilised folk,

But the wild is never idle,

We are still tribal,

When the time comes,

The wild will call us home.

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      That sounds so true. I hate fighting and war and wish that we were all able to live in peace. When did killing start? We were killing back when we were in caves.

      Even in the civilized world there are still those that remain wild. Like you say in your poem, "We are still tribal,". You have said it all.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      I love the last line. Well written and something to think about. Thank you for sharing. Jamie

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      Thank you very much!

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      Thanks very much Jamie.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      I often wonder what life would be like if suddenly we were without our computers, shops, so-called civilised life. Being at one with nature and finding our own wild side is liberating and puts us at peace with nature, I find. It would be hard in the extreme but it would be 'true'.

      Great poem! Haven't read any poetry from you before - hidden talent!

      Ann

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      Well I thought I'd try something different. Glad you liked it Ann.

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      Brenda Thornlow 3 years ago from New York

      This is beautiful. As I've gotten older I've learned to be more at one with, and, appreciate nature. Very touching. Thank you for sharing.

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      No problem. Thank you very much for commenting. :)

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      Ann1Az2 3 years ago from Orange, Texas

      Jack London might have been proud! Voted up.

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      Thanks Ann! Of course, he wrote a novel of the same name. I should try to read it some time.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      A wonderful poem; I loved it and vote up.

      Eddy.,

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      Thank you very much Eddy.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Gave me the shivers. No matter what I love wolves, their eyes, their moves and even the howls. Really loved this. Pearling it.

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      James Kenny 3 years ago from Birmingham, England

      Thank you very much Gypsy.

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