Distant Echoes
by Alison Stormwolf

And always deep inside
She hears the call of the wild
The call away from the city streets
The noisy bars, garish faces
Constant traffic
In her inner core
She hears the call of the wild

The open spaces
The wind on her legs
The rain in her hair
The exhilaration of the sea-scape
The roaring of the storm
The urging of her spirit
The beating of her life’s heart
Deep, deep inside, always

She hears the call of the wild

© Alison Stormwolf

Artwork © Christophe Vacher.