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Wolf Poems May 13, 2005 9:53 AM

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WOLF SONG - A POEM Thursday, 2:59 PM
A poem by Hue Walker 


They are too like us.

They look at us with such


of us,looking

straight through us.

We cannot hide from them.

Perhaps that explains the strychnine

    and the steel traps,

Because we eat from the same plate.

And yet these, our closest fur companions,

    look at our pathways

    in such puzzlement.

They will gladly take up our fraying threads

    and reweave us with the moon

    if we will only listen

            to the singing.

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thats good roz Thursday, 3:50 PM
i wish all would listen to the call of the wolf  [  [ send green star]  [ accepted]
The Last Wolf May 13, 2005 9:54 AM

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THE LAST WOLF Monday, 1:29 PM

Listen to the Night, by Mary TallMountain

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roz this is so cool Monday, 2:05 PM
please  keep them coming   i love it  [ send green star]
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 May 13, 2005 9:55 AM

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Glad you like 'em Monday, 2:08 PM

I love poetry as you can see!

I have got a few more!


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awsome iam going to love this an iam sure everybody eles will to Monday, 2:14 PM

thanks roz

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 Monday, 2:16 PM
Roz, that was beautiful.....please keep sharing...  [ send green star]  [ accepted]
 May 13, 2005 9:56 AM

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A Night with a Wolf (Bayard Taylor) 
High up on the lonely mountains,
Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest and bears in the bush,
And I on my path belated.

The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came after,
Bending the props of the pine tree roof,
And snapping many a rafter.

I crept along in the darkness,
Stunned, and bruised, and blinded;
Crept to a fir with thick set boughs
And a sheltering rock behind it.

There, from the blowing and raining,
Crouching, I sought to hide me.
Something rustled; two green eyes shone;
And a wolf lay down beside me!

His wet fur pressed against me;
Each of us warmed the other;
Each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
That beast and man were brother.

And when the falling forest
No longer crashed in warning,
Each of us went from our hiding place
Forth in the wild, wet morning.

Posted in the Rainbow Visions group by Sue C.

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hmm Monday, 12:07 PM
i loved it i loved it!  [ send green star]
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 May 13, 2005 9:57 AM

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roz awsome Monday, 1:24 PM

that was so cool i loved it


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 May 13, 2005 10:47 AM

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>> From Wolf << Wednesday, 5:23 AM
 A Wolf's Point of View

I am as old as the mountains I call home. I have walked this earth long before human beings. I have seen mountains grow from small hills, form from small ravines and rivers born of trickling streams. I have walked with the great ones of eons ago. I have seen the beginning of mankind.

I am predator. A hunter. I hunt for food. I do not collect trophies to be mounted on the walls of my den. I do not hunt for enjoyment but out of necessity, for survival. I hunt to feed my children so they can one day walk upon Mother Earth and become of the circle of life.

I have watched for many years my hunting grounds diminish - trees replaced by buildings, game replaced by humans. I have driven higher and higher into the mountains yet the humans still come and I'm driven even farther from the hunting grounds of my fathers' father and his father before him. Yet I survive. My children survive.

I am a loyal, devoted and loving parent. Our children are our future. Just as human children are the future of all human beings. I am protective of my children and I take my responsibility of their nuturing as seriously as any human parent. I provide food for my children and provide them with a safe home until they are ready to walk their own path.

I do not choose to hunt in the presence of humans, but I have been given no other choice. My land has been taken from me, and now so shall my life and the lives of my children and in doing so our future is doomed. We will go the way of the old ones. Only in memories of distant pasts shall we live again.

Wolves are beauty without vanity, innocence without naivete. We are one of the Creators' children and deserve to live our lives in peace. We were created for a purpose and it was not to be slaughtered.

Tonight I will lay and sleep beside my mate and our children. This may be the last night we will share together upon Mother Earth, for tomorrow many of our brothers and sisters will be slaughtered and perhaps ourselves as well. Our songs will be only a distant memory, fading into the past.
Author Unknown
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 May 13, 2005 10:49 AM

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 Wednesday, 5:34 AM
Perhaps it was the eyes of the wolf, measured, calm, knowing. Perhaps it was the intense sense of family.
After all, wolves mate for life, are loyal partners, create hunting communities and demonstrate affectionate patience in pup rearing.
Perhaps it was the rigid heirarchy of the packs.
Each wolf had a place in the whole and yet retained his individual personality. Perhaps it was their great, romping, ridiculous sense of fun. Perhaps it was some celestial link with the winter night skies
that prompted the wolf to lay his song on the icy air.
For the native people who lived with the wolves,
and the wolves once ranged from the Arctic to the sub-tropics,
there was much to learn from them. Is it any wonder that the myths of many tribes characterise the wolves not as killers but as teachers?"
~ Unknown
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G B W Wednesday, 6:09 AM
I LOVE IT THANK YOU VERY MUCH  [ send green star]  [ send green star]  [ accepted]
Good idea May 13, 2005 5:15 PM

Great to have all the poems together!

Thanx - Roz

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 May 14, 2005 9:22 PM


Wolf Clan  by Jim TwoFeathers


I was born of the wolf………My birth clan


But you are not near ………Hardly are you far!!!


You are fading from my sight….to a far far land


Yet I see you everywhere.


Posters here…….T shirts there!


How can we be so drawn to you.....yet fear


And not want to let you live.......near



As I walk through the wilderness of my ancestors 


I suddenly feel…


The hairs on my neck bristle…...A sudden.......tingle!


I am being watched… scent and yours is in the air.


I look around I know your there...watching…waiting.


What do I feel… Fear? Do I run or hold my ground.


I can only stand here and feel your presence.


You are in my head, my being, my ancient past.


I know your fear….you are the last.

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 May 14, 2005 9:24 PM

I know your fear….you are the last.


The sadness in your eyes shakes me to the core….


You show me your light of understanding….dimming!!!


You turn and walk into the mist of time……as so many before.

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THUNDER WOLF May 14, 2005 9:28 PM

From the site listed above.

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great site May 16, 2005 7:09 AM

i am easily sidetracked and just spent an hour at Jim TwoFeathers site...just reading.  thanks for the link Roz.  what a Read!!!


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// May 28, 2005 7:18 AM


Extinct Wolf

Sunpuperwolf / Saugus CA

Alaska had been full of wolves
till the flyers chased them and killed them
they had none heart
they just hunt to hear them cry

I'm sad that the wolf packs are low
when will the guys in charge say whoa
enough is enough
there's plenty of caribou to hunt

Nature has to survive like all the time
wolves chase and kill for survival
It has been like that forever
why does man have to attempt to ruin that

It is the packs that suffer
the alpha wolves are taken
and the leftover pack won't survive
how could man be so heartless

I hope sometime near
man has a real fear
of losing Alaska's treasure
forever and ever.


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Poem about Rescuers June 27, 2005 9:26 AM

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Poem on Rescuers June 10, 2005 11:03 AM
> We pick up the pieces
> day after day.
> Of those left behind
> of those thrown away.
> We try to make sense
> of it all in our minds.
> How people can be
> so cruel and unkind.
> **He** is a year old
> and **Her** age is nine.
> We really can't keep them
> we don't have the time.
> The call on the *Angels*
> with wings on their backs.
> To pick up the pieces
> and take up their slack.
> We are left to explain
> to Cheyenne and Mo.
> Who did nothing wrong
> but still had to go.
> Then there are the ones
> who just can't be saved.
> We'll hold them and love them
> as their life slips away.
> By: Melissa Greene Thomas
> In Honor of all the homeless, thrown away creatures.  [ send green star]

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wow goose bumps June 10, 2005 1:54 PM
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