Wild is the word that comes to mind, but do we ever know <br />what we will find.If somethings wild your mind may work <br />overtime, it's then you try to put every category in to line. <br />First come the waves that are wild at sea, then comes the <br />Lion that is wild and free.The wild side of life is everywhere <br />from a rambling rose to a lily fair.The Feral cat that roams the <br />farm is wild and free but does no harm.The reckless child that <br />grows to hate, who's mind is in turmoil, because of his state; <br />a wild child that knows no better because he cannot read or <br />write a letter.Then we have the Mustang that no one can tame <br />because he loves the freedom of the wide open plain, but once <br />he is broken his life will change, to a cowboy that will ride him <br />on that open range.To a gambler there is a wild card, one that is <br />a joker playing for stakes in a good game of poker. <br />We cannot forget the growth beneath the trees where nettles grow <br />up to your knees; and the wild fields where no seeds have been <br />sewn, because the land has been blighted by diseases unknown. <br />The wildside of life is all out there, no matter where you look you <br />can see it everywhere. <br />I could go on forever about life and it's wild, but the one that stands <br />out the most is the bringing up of a child.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wild-side-of-life/
