Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,
Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God’s sake go and do it;
Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation,
The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?
Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,
And learned to know the desert’s little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o’er the ranges,
Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes?
Then listen to the Wild — it’s calling you.
Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?
(Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.)
Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?
Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses?
Then hearken to the Wild — it’s wanting 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.
We invite you to post your favorite spot in the wilderness.
Share with us an exciting, playful, joyful time in the wilderness.
Siena Sanderson was born and raised in the tropics of South Florida and has been living in Taos for nearly 30 years inspired by the landscape. She spends much of her time making art with children and families throughout Taos in a number of different venues including schools, the Neighborhood Arts’ Project and the SmArt House after-school program. She first came to Taos as a painter at the Helene Wurlitzer Fellow. She was the co-founder of SEED, an art exhibit exploring the visual complexity and science of seeds with adults and children. One of her greatest passions is exploring the magnificent landscape of the New Mexico.
Annette Lisa was born and raised in Hoboken New Jersey. She first came to Taos on a ski-trip back in 1980. Since then she has spent plenty of time in Taos enjoying the beautiful outdoors skiing, mountain biking, hiking, camping, rafting, kayaking, and horseback riding. She retired from teaching art in New Jersey after 32 years. Annette has been volunteering for the Neighborhood Art Program for 7 years. She also volunteers for the art in the schools program at the Harwood museum. “My greatest accomplishment is making children feel good about themselves and able to walk away with a great big smile.”