Wolf Poems

Sloane Jensen / Loveland CO / Age 17 The wolves are coming…  Their feet are falling on forgotten paths,their long-lost voices are filling the sky.While their yellow eyes cut through the night;they leave their tracks on the muddy riversides. The wolves are coming… The forest whispers of their return,of their attempt to restore themselves in […]

Neil Owen Tupling (1977- ) / Spring 2007  Windsor, Ontario The wolf, it watches. The wolf, it waits.The wolf decides to seize the day. It calls to others who walk the land,Seeking a place in a common band. The hunt is on; the prey will fall.The newest member, the pack will call. It joins the

A Story by Priscilla Wolf – Author, Artist, Storyteller The couple changed into dogs, with golden fur and beauty. They began to sing their love songs again but there were no words. It was changed now, more beautiful than before The songs of the Wolf Dogs were so beautiful as they ran through the forest,

Tim A. Dotson The truth about wolves…is something that many people may not want to hear…because man is the only reason that wolves don’t live in peace.The truth about wolves…is that when a wolf kills a sheep, that is grazing in a pasture,it does it only to survive…But man sees it has a plague that

Michelle Alfonso / Pocono Mountains PA Lone wolf upon the mountainYour amber eyes ablazeYour muzzle bathed in moonlightYour tangled mind a maze Your fur is made of ashesYour soft pelt thick with snowYour watchful eyes hold sorrowYour gaze unveils my soul You stand so still on iceYour feet so firmly boundWith ropes of grief and

Ann Sydow / Athol, Idaho  I saw you there, alone, heading straight west,Thirsty and exhausted, you needed a rest. Where were you going on that summer day?Whatever the case, I was glad to have you stay. A chance to help a wolf was an honor to me.But sometimes behind my fence, I wondered if you’d

MaryLee Hayes / Eagle River, Alaska  “With us you are invited to stay;”this wolf hears the human voice.“We will accompany your way.”In repose she makes the choice, finds new knowledge for her day. No need to forage aboutin a desperate search for feed;no state of being without–filling a constant needof facing a risky route. Now a

Katie McGinnis / Kearney, Nebraska / Age 12  As I walk upon the earth,I stop in wonder.There I see a standing wolf,Eyes fixed upon the moon.He speaks of the old days,When man worked with them,With each other, hand in hand.But as they broke apart,Each direction lead to a door,A door with love, a door with

Jean Gerard / Los Osos CA  The wolf that is not there, howls stilland on the barren slopes dusted with snowhe stands, nose windward, tasting the chillair and wondering where to go. now that his wilderness is shorn of trees.Where once he chased deer, squirrels and wild hogshe hears the busy saw-whine in the breezeand

Kelly Harper / Delanco NJ / Age 12  The snow falls silent as it grows dark. All you can hear are footsteps of some animal. The moon rises a full, beaming bright red. Knowing this the wolves of night start to sing their song of happiness. The wolves start to howl and yell, singing as