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By Kidlet, Morris, OK

I feel it in my soul,
This yearning,
Sending a shiver down my spine with each caressing breeze.
I see it in open plains,
On train tracks,
Sauntering from one rolling hill to the next.
Following a wooded trail,
Going only God knows where,
But isn't that part of the fun?
I feel it in the crisp, clear air I breathe,
Feel it cleansing and healing my heart.
If life is a journey,
Make it to uncharted places,
Wild and beautiful,
In the sway of nothing but the flora, fauna, and the stars,
Answering only to the call of all things untamed,
Untainted and pure.
I long to run,
To pack my most cherished items,
A photo,
My father's pocket watch,

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