Wild Places

Where the wild things grow
Where the dirt meets my toe
This is the greatest joy
I ever need know

The places left behind by people
The places where the wifi can’t reach
These are where I find the lessons
Only nature can teach

When the most noise comes
From a bird’s vocal throat
And upon the coast seas drum
These are the places my mind can float

That place lit just by the stars
And kept warm by campfires
Overlooked by leafy green spires
Unreachable by any car

Whether joined by friends
Or even if theres no one to be seen
Around the next bend
May this place’s adventures never end

Dave James Horn ©

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