The Wild Calls My Soul Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

The Wild Calls My Soul

Rating: 4.5

Manicured ornate show gardens
To attract visitors, the goal
Flower beds neat and fancy
But the wild calls my soul

From the woods I hear a chiffchaff
Such a special sound and sight
By remote farm outbuildings
I spot a barn owl one night

By their nests in a sand dune
Sand martins swish by overhead
At a quiet reed edged lake
A moorhen, glint of bill red

A gracious gift to the soul
For each adult and child
Ramble off the beaten track
Go to where it's wild

Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,lake,nature,wood
Anil Kumar Panda 12 October 2016

There is immense pleasure in visiting wild places and enjoying natures bounty. Very nice Margaret.10++

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Margaret O Driscoll 12 October 2016

Certainly Anil, thanks a million!

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Norah Tunney 12 April 2016

Ramble off the beaten track go to where it's wild Ah! ! That speaks to my soul Margaret. I love the title also

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Thanks so much Norah, there's nothing like it!

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Daniel Kelleher 06 April 2016

Go to where its wild Would I just well done Margaret

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Margaret O Driscoll 06 April 2016

Wouldn't it be wonderful, thanks Dan

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