THE CALL OF THE WILD, Robert Service (selection)
.... "Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
Dared the unknown, led the way and clutched the prize?....
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
"Done things" just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,
Seeing through the nice veneer, the naked soul?
Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?
(You'll never hear it in the family pew.)
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things ...
Then listen to the Wild, it's calling you.
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 can'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."
This blog is being printed as a slice of kennel life at Summer Place Kennel. it will feature three years out of the fifteen years that we have been here. As we let this blog rest to be printed,
we are moving to our summer blog, Summer at Summer Place, http://www.spksummer.blogspot.com/
Join us at the summer blog. We will return to this one in the fall.
"There's a Summer Place, where it's safe and warm and free from harm, from all cares...."
Summer Place Kennel, a home for retired sled dogs and some rescued dogs in need of a safe and warm forever home. We also provide a conservative oasis, a people free zone for the local wildlife.
.... "Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
Dared the unknown, led the way and clutched the prize?....
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
"Done things" just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,
Seeing through the nice veneer, the naked soul?
Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?
(You'll never hear it in the family pew.)
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things ...
Then listen to the Wild, it's calling you.
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 can'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."
This blog is being printed as a slice of kennel life at Summer Place Kennel. it will feature three years out of the fifteen years that we have been here. As we let this blog rest to be printed,
we are moving to our summer blog, Summer at Summer Place, http://www.spksummer.blogspot.com/
Join us at the summer blog. We will return to this one in the fall.
"There's a Summer Place, where it's safe and warm and free from harm, from all cares...."
Summer Place Kennel, a home for retired sled dogs and some rescued dogs in need of a safe and warm forever home. We also provide a conservative oasis, a people free zone for the local wildlife.
"Two roads diverged in the wood and, I, took the one less traveled by, and it has made all the difference." Robert Frost
