When We Were Wildings

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When We Were Wildings

2012/01/14 by seingraham

Do you recall the days
when we took
to the fields
and the woods
in the warm
autumn
evenings

Like a pack
of wolves we were
Howling down
the hunter’s moon
running flat out
calling to each other
from deep
in the night

Until late
when we gathered
to build a fire
Wilding wasn’t
a bad word
back then;
we weren’t
vandals
just loners
who found each
other and recognized
our wild souls
in the dark
in the wild

S.E.Ingraham©

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on 2012/01/19 at 01311:8:32p seingraham

Thanks all for coming here and for commenting; I love that people related to wilding the same way I did for this (the word got a bad rep for a few years; I prefer its old meaning …)I appreciate all the kind words.
on 2012/01/16 at 01311:8:32p zongrik

i echo the echos

congregating tribes
on 2012/01/15 at 01311:8:32p wordsandthoughtspjs

I echo Irene on this one. It is gorgeous.

Pamela
on 2012/01/14 at 01311:8:32p Irene

Truly full of gorgeousness. Like the title too.
on 2012/01/14 at 01311:8:32p Maggie Mae I

Awesome. This gave me a feeling of being on my grandpa’s farm when I was young. Being wild and free!!