Her call is heard by the young and the old
By the fun, the fearless and the bold
Her voice is the marching cry for one and all
From the very small, to the tallest of the tall
Her shout beckens to a life less ordinary
A life where things can be just a little scary
She knocks, knocks and knocks some more
Until we answer and answer and answer that door
She is the drive behind that 36-hour road trip
The push behind our first deep dive dip
She is the voice urging us to climb higher and higher
To sky dive and walk through fire and mire
She is the call of the willing, willy and wild
The defeat of the muggy, monotonous and mild
She is the call to play in the heat, rain and snow
If you've heard her call you'll know…
This creative writing is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2013.
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