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 Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 11:27 am
To All Those Who Recognize the Fragile Threads That Connect All Life In A Wondrous Woven Whole
To Those Whose Lives And Spirits Have Inspired Me And In Others A Childlike Awe Of The Natural World,
A Reverence That Can Never Be Diminished
With Great Thanks And Respect For All Of You, I Dedicate This To A Wise And Gentle Friend...
The Wolf (I didn't come up with the dedication, but it was so beautiful, I had to use it)
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 11:31 am
"Midnight Lullaby"
Jacob Mussell Late at night when the moon is high
The Wolf will make its eerie cry
Echoes in the valleys deep
And the mountains that are steep
Then they travel far and wide
To find that soothing lullaby
They do not stop not once at all
Until they find that lovely song
Their children listen with awe and fright
To how their parents sing at night
Then they run with their pack
Not turning once to look back
Running in the snowy night
Covering their coats in frosty delight
Finding the source of the music
Sitting down and howling to it
Crying with the pack they found
Vibrating the land with its sound
They sing all night not in day
Then they leave to get their prey
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 11:47 am
"His Last Howl"
Codi Rogers The last howl
That sounded
Was from the wolf's heart
Forever to echo
In his pack's ears
Forever to remind
In their hearts
For a heartless hunter
Rose his gun that day
And his victim was
This wolf his pack
Sings about everyday
The man took his body away
The pack howls
As one
In sorrow
In pain
They shall forever
Remember the wolf
That fell that
One fateful winter day.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:53 pm
"A Cruel End"
Sloane Jensen / Age 16 The plane dives down...
...wolves flee in terror.
Gunshots sound again and again...
...bullets tear through flesh and bone.
Wolves cry out with fear and pain...
...as they lay dying in the snow.
Their cries soon cease...
...one by one they breathe their last.
Never again will they run and play...
...never again will they howl and hunt.
Their lives were taken to please a man...
...as he killed them from his airplane.
The wolves had done no wrong...
...they lived so far away.
They roamed the tundra...
...playing their part in nature, just as God intended.
Now they are gone...never to come back...
...hundreds of wolves...have been killed like this...
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 8:36 am
"Dying Howl"
Victor Platz The wolf so majestic and free
the cub so small and full of glee
the moon whom is scolded for no reason
the hills which are burrowed during winter season
The deer so tall and proud
the stalkers try not to make a sound
the reflection of the moon on the undisturbed lake
upon which no animal dare make waves wake
The fading of the proud loud howl
of which once filled the lands
to which the critters once bowed down
to the small five wolf bands
And now I say we take a stand`
for the wolves which once ruled these lands.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 8:38 am
A North American myth tells of a spirit that tried to give all animals human traits.
The spirit succeeded in only one way:
It gave the gaze of a human being to the Wolf.
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Belle Solace Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 8:50 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:17 am
Thanks I'm gonna try and post as much as I can
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:19 am
What is man without beasts? If all beast were gone, Men would die from great loneliness of spirit, For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected. -Chief Seattle
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 11:29 am
In Wilderness is the preservation of the World -Henry David Thoreau
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 11:31 am
We listened for a voice crying in the wilderness. And we heard the Jubilation of Wolves -Durward L. Allen
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 9:44 am
Only a Mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a Wolf -Aldo Leopold
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 10:21 am
I hope ya'll like this, it's my first attempt at writing poetry ODE TO THE WOLF
Kiba-the-wolf009
The Wolf Will Never Fade Away
Like Flowers, They’re Here To Stay
They’re Golden Eye Will Shine Bright
Even In the Darkest Night
They Howl and Run With They’re pack
Never Stopping Once to Look Back
They Run Free, and Fast on the Hunt
Only Concerned About the Wolf in Front
Through the Air, A Wolf’s Howl Does Ring
Can You Hear Them Joyously Sing?
The Spirit of the Wolf Will Never Die
Nor Will the Fiery Gaze of They’re Eye
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:55 pm
Amber Eyes
Rebecca Dupuis
With amber eyes
he watches.
Over his pack,
his family.
Strong together
as they hunt
for survival.
With angry eyes
he sees.
Fences across land,
men with guns,
and a thrill.
He only kills
to survive.
With sad eyes
he looks.
At sharp traps,
the soft furs
of his pups.
They didn't run
to survive.
So he asks,
why did he
survive?
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 1:56 pm
O those poems are delightful! They touch my heart.As princess of the wolfs, (and the ORANGE wolf) I give u my royal honor and say that it was wonderful!
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