Sounds Of Nature

Red Riding Hood Art

✽ The Gray Wolf by Stacy Smith - 1998 ✽

* Grand Teacher Wolf *

"Wolf is the Grand Teacher.
Wolf is the sage, who after many winters upon the sacred path and seeking the ways of wisdom, returns to share new knowledge with the tribe. Wolf is both the radical and the traditional in the same breath. When the Wolf walks by you-you will remember."
-Robert Ghost Wolf

Happy Valentin Day!!!

Poem;"I Am a Wolf"

Credits For The Sloane Jensen,With Promontory Music"The Last Of The Mohicans".

Wolves Poems

* Plea Of A Wolf *

Here is a 'Beautiful Poem' which i like to share for You, set of beautiful words that a wolf would like to be written down and be known. It is from their inner moods that many would not really understand why, and what about the animal feelings. Somethings are for us too to learn that they too have a right to live in this earth we live.

Songs of Triumph,
Songs of despair,
My songs are carried through miles of air.

I cry for my sisters,
I cry for my brothers,
I cry for the deaths of all the others.

Why do you fear me?
What have I done?
I haven't attacked you since life has begun.

My instincts are natural,
I have to obey.
My hunts are native and cannot be swayed.

You need not fear,
The fire in my eyes.
All the tales are nothing but lies.

Please listen to,
What I have to say,
To put all these wars at bay.

There have been times when I have saved you,
I have comforted you and have been your friend.
Now it's me you have to fend.

By Alix

A Good Hope For The Poor Wolf ? Will There Be, Ever ?

"We have doomed the Wolf not for what it is, but for what we have deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be..the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer..which is, in reality no more than a reflexed images of ourself." -Farley Mowat

Wolves Poems

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country

My beautiful yellow eyes,

Side by side we've hunted

Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty

We were content and serene,

Peacefully sleeping

Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger

Ribs protruding from each side,

Mournfully we howled

When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter

Romping thru the glistening snow,

Tasting each crystal snowflake

Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes

I've known no greater love,

Without you, I am nothing

Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying

Steel jaws upon your frame,

Life's blood slowly seeping

I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle

Chest heaving with labored breath,

Steel jaws clenching tighter

Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing

I know the time is near,

And you will forever leave me

My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent

Your struggles now have ceased,

I lay my head upon you

And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted

To skies where eagles soar,

And there you'll greet your brothers

To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you

In the heaven's so far above,

And when our wild soul's unite

There'll be no greater love.

by Joan L. Van Vels

Amber Eyes

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?

by Rebecca Dupuis

Waya

It is midnight... the in between time... between night and day.

The wind is warm and I hear the stream just beyond the tall grass.

You have walked ahead of me, but not too far.

You are my protector.

We stop and sit by the water’s edge.

You lay your head on my thigh and are still.

The night is ours and I stroke your soft fur...

You are my companion.

Soon you stand and walk to the edge of the water to stand on a tall rock

You raise your regal head and sing to the moon

I am awed at the beauty in your song.

You are my soul

We will walk this path together until the time the spirit world calls.

If am first I will wait for you and listen for you to call to me

And if the Creator allows, I will find you...

For you are my... forever.

by Dakota Storm