Wild & Free
Imagine me , wild and free.
Imagine me , In the darkest of nights ,
Under the shimmering moonlight.
Imagine my shadow , silent and serene
Within the blackest of trees ,
As the whispering wind is warm,
Upon my face.
Imagine my grey , silver coat ,
when like a ghost,
I float by ,
Gazing at the stars in the sky.
lt;p>Imagine my eyes ,
And what I would see ,
The snowy white owl staring at me?
The soft moss , on the forest floor.
Oh , how I like to explore.
So , please , let me be ,
For I'm where I want to be ,
So very , very , wild and free.
Les Curthoys ..c_1997
by Tim Zuiderhof
From the Alpha to the Omega, Each has their place in the pack
The Alpha: Big, Strong, commanding, respected by the pack
A true symbol of leadership.
The Omega: quiet, submissive, the lowest ranking member of the pack
Yet, valued highly by the pack as the instigator of play and fun.
The pack eats, sleeps, plays and hunts as one...
each member knowing their duties and ensuring the pack's survival.
New members to the pack quickly learn their place and join the pack
helping to maintain a close knit family.
The wolf is a true victim of man's insecurity,
Haunted by evil legends, tales and fables,
Hunted to the brink of their very extinction.
But the Spirit of the Wolf cannot be broken,
they have survived man's attempts to destroy them.
Now they struggle to maintain their rightful place in the wilderness.
Maybe if man learns to understand the values of the pack--
Like the lone wolf that cannot survive without the pack
man cannot survive alone without his fellow kind.
Continue to fight for your survival, Wolf pack:
Raise your young,
bring them up in your footsteps
Run Free ------ Run Wild,
Maybe someday your Howl to unite the pack will be heard Everywhere.
Wolf Spirit
By Alan J Fisher
On the paths of the sky he walks
Beyond our sight he hunts and holds
The Great Balance steady
The spirit of the Elk he stalks
Keeping the circle turning
On nights when the moon shine whole
We can see his foot-steps, hear his howl
Watch his teeth shine between the stars
An then we can rejoice at the gifts
The Earths Spirit gives to us
Meat he gives the starving
The lost he guides
Back to their homes the way he finds
Part of us is he, part of me
I carry him within, I can see
Through his shining eyes as he walks
Walks among the ancestors
Marking the stars with his paws