They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching.
They have soaked you in convention, through and through;
They have put you in a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching-
But don't you hear the Wild?-it's calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling...let us go.
-Robert Service
1 comment:
Stop it Tana. Just stop it.
Kidding. That looks amazing!
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