The Call of the Fish

The call of the wild is a pleasant sound,

     ‘Tis ever a joy to roam

Out over the wild and rocky ground

     Two hundred long miles from home.

Out where the forest is deep and dark,

     Where the tall pine monarchs swish;

But those I’ll forsake for the quiet lake,

     And answer the call of the fish.

The call of the fish is low and sweet;

     It makes no audible sound;

But it journeys far to the city street

     And enters the heart profound.

The wail of the pine, the bay of the wolf

     Are pleasing to those who wish;

But the best of all is the low sweet call,

     The silent call of the fish!

June 18, ‘09