WOLF POEMS BY REBECCA WILES


THE TRAVELER

Where are you going, wolf so wise,
with your piercing amber eyes?
The kind that deeply look within,
as if you know just where I've been.

Where are you going? I must know,
as your paws track through the snow.
Call to me from where you are.
From your destiny, way afar!

CRY FOR ME LONELY WOLF

Cry for me, lonely wolf, and all of mankind.
Cry for our souls, we left far behind.
Cry for the sorrows, we've left on the earth,
the gratitude we give her, for giving us birth.

 Cry for me, lonely wolf, and look up and pray.
The tears that I've given, leave nothing to say.
I'd tell you I'm sorry, and that we'll be good.
I'd give you that promise, if only I could.

 Cry for me, lonely wolf, your wisdom we need.
Show us your kindness, I ask and I plead.
Your intense amber eyes, search out our hearts,
You watch as we tear, the world all apart.

 Cry for me, lonely wolf, as your echoing voice,
cries out to God, at our miserable choice.
Cry for me, lonely wolf, at your sacred prayer,
as you gaze at the stars, with your amber stare!

WHITE WOLF

Far across the plains, I heard the lonesome cry,
of the white wolf, as he sings his lullabye.
I looked out across the meadow, and saw him standing there.
He looked into my eyes, as if my soul was bare.

 The beauty of his eyes, went straight to my heart.
Just the wolf and I, as if we were one part.
We understood each other, as things are meant to be.
Just the wolf and I, we were one family.

 So every night I wonder, as I look up to the sky,
and hear the mournful sound, of the wolf's lonesome cry.
Is that the white wolf, I did one day see?
The white wolf who went inside my heart, and became my family!

LONESOME WOLF

I looked into the eyes, of a lonesome wolf one day.
And though I tried to fight it, I could not look away.
Deep inside the golden eyes, a sadness I could see.
Trapped inside a dying breed, longing to be free.

 Why does mankind abandon, nature's every will,
and hurt the one's who guard her, as if it were a thrill?
Deep inside the wolf's eyes, I could see it all,
and sadness fell upon me, as I heard his mournful call!

 WISDOM OF THE WOLF

The amber eyes, the soulful stare,
is more than my beating heart can bare.
The beauty tempered by a kindred heart,
wonders why we're worlds apart.

 The wisdom in your eyes is clear,
and your gentle spirit sincere.
Past ages are there in your eyes,
as you say your prayers, underneath the skies.

 In our greed, we are so vain,
we cause the world endless pain.
Sing to us your sacred song.
Teach us how to right our wrong!



ODE TO THE WOLF

Do you hear the cries of the lone
wolf howling? Where is his pack?
Where is his place? Lost, lost in
the human race. People at the pipe-
lines do you know, where are the tracks
of the wolf? Why are they fading into the
mist? Soon you will hear only the drill and
the hammer. The cry of the wolf will be gone,
soon to be heard no more! Unless we speak
for the wolf; be his voice. Before his tracks are
gone forever, never more to return. Oh, What
sadness that would be!!!



MAJESTIC HUNTER

Majestic hunter and lone traveler he made is way to
the stream to drink. His beloved had the puppies to
watch and she couldn't come along. He heard a very
low whirring noise and sniffed the air. He had a very
strange feeling. He came to the meadow and saw a
very big bird. The big bird was heading his way and
seemed to come straight at him. Another strange
animal appeared from inside this bird with a long
metal stick that made a pang sound. He ran as
fast as his legs could carry him. He just had to
make it to the entrance to the woods and some
how he felt he would be safe. He had his beloved
who would be waiting for him with a lick and his babies
who greeted him by pouncing all over him. He had to
make it home to his family and somehow he felt this
big bird meant his death. The whirring noise got closer
and he'd been running it seemed forever. But now he
was only several feet away from the woodland entrance.
He heard another pang and felt it hit his skin and go deep
inside. But still he ran until another pang brought him down.
What would his beloved do? He'd never see his babies grow
up into proud hunters. His last thoughts were why? Why did
the big bird want to kill him why? And as his spirit was slowly
drifting up higher and higher he heard the strange animals.
He couldn't understand their laughter or their words as they
said," Look we caught another one! This one will make a great
trophy on our walls."


WOLF GUARDIAN

I hear the call of the wolf, I see him in my dreams,
leading me onward through valleys and cliffs, past countless streams.
I see his gentle amber eyes I hear him calling my name.
Though he never speaks by mouth, I feel him just the same.

He is the guardian of my heart, a messenger, my friend,
sent by the Creator from above, to stay withm me until the end.
He teaches me the ancient ways, and shows me where to go,
leaping past the stones in my way, where raging waters flow.

He shows me that strength lies within, and not to doubt it's there.
He teaches me the child-like way, and there's magic everywhere.
He is the guardian of my heart, sent by the Creator above.
Helping me find the wisdom within, and that beauty comes from love!