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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

Wolf Pack

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