Hidden Trails

HIDDEN TRAILS
Way beyond the Blue Horizon
Past the veiling Timber Line
Lies the country of my homeland
Mountain solitudes sublime.
From the vast and snowy ranges
Hidden trails are calling me
They are waking ancient echoes
Of a lifetime wild and free.
I can hear the voiceless whisper
Cross the burning desert sands
Through the unfamiliar forests
Over many distant lands.
The soundless voice will follow
Over land or sea or foam
And whereever I may wander
Hidden trails will call me home.
Bonnie White Bleak ;
18 Years old when this was written