No sweeter sound than the call of the wild, said I
No deeper urge than this in the blood does lie
No thrill more deadly than the rage in a dragon's eye
Up so spine-tinglingly close you feel its nasal sigh
No clearer relief than the cool of a mountain spring
Washing over the body when plunged into like a glorious mountain king
No greater rule than living life to its yearning, magnificent all
So you can say it meant something when you fall.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
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