Victor Platz / Des Plains, Illinois The wolf so majestic and freethe cub so small and full of gleethe moon whom is scolded for no reasonthe hills which are burrowed during winter seasonThe deer so tall and proudthe stalkers try not to make a soundthe reflection of the moon on the undisturbed lakeupon which no […]
Ray L. Edwards / Written in 1997 / Published in 1999, 2000 and 2001 I once saw and heard a wolf, was he howling at the stars; No, I thought that night, he’s crying to the man in the moon. He was sad about the death of his mate, caught in a snare; Lost forever
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Philip Trujillo / Age 14 / San Antonio TX The blood in my veins is that of yours,The air you breathe is the same as mine,I hunt to live, you hunt for sport,Yet our hearts are to beat as one,For when are hearts are in time,The world is at peace,Yet still you make my heart
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Wilf Green / Myponga, South Australia / Wolf Song of Alaska Member I AM AN OLD WOLF. PITY ME. PITY ME.ONCE WITH THE PACK, I WAS YOUNG AND FREE.NOW MY FUR IS THIN, I FEEL THE COLD.PITY ME, PITY ME, FOR I AM OLD.I AM ALONE, A WOLF ALONE.ON OTHER TERRITORY I CANNOT ROAM.I HUNT,
There are those who feelThe Fox is the very avatarOf cunning, while CoyoteMight argue he is the wily czar Then you have wise old OwlWho solely symbols night senseAware of all around you skillHe thrives within dark suspense Of course, we all know the CrowFor its black wing and cawing speakWhat of the Raven or
Cynthia Minde / Apache Junction AZ Have you ever walked outside?Have you ever heard a wolf cry?The sky is dark and cold,Beneath the stars a starving pup,No one near for him hold. The cry of the wolf is meant to be heard,His spirit all around this beautiful world. Howling in the night,Needing his mother by
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Rick Cantalupo BY THE COVER OF THE NIGHT, YOU SING YOUR SONG TO THE MOONKNOWING SHORTLY THAT MORNING WILL BE THERE SOON MOST PEOPLE THINK, IT’S JUST A HOWL AND A CRYTO ME, ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL MUSIC THAT YOU SING TO THE SKY LOYALITY TO YOUR PACK, IS TO THE ENDAND YOU’RE ALWAYS WILLING TO
This poem is for all of the wild wolves of Alaska who have been killed by aerial hunters Sloane Jensen / Loveland Colorado / 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
Angela Corley / Lebanon, TN / Age 14 (In remembrance of Kamots) A movement in the bushes near byA shadow moving silent and slyA ghost in the darkest nightClimbs to the greatest heightTo sing its mournful song Running in the distance farUnderneath the moon and starsIs an animal like no otherWho runs and hunts with
