A Wolf Named Tennessee* Poem by elysabeth faslund
A Wolf Named Tennessee*
Three. Gun. Shots.
I knew my wolf
Would run
Forever across
The sky,
Free...
Bubbly cub that she was,
To laughing giant she became...
One paw on my heart,
One paw in the forest
Of her kind...
So, thank you, Hollywood Movies...
You taught a Budweiser idiot
To kill the monster YOU made...
Not the angel I raised.
Not the soul I bonded.
Not the eyes I look through.
A passionate and finely crafted poem that is both a tribute and a lesson.
Hey elysabeth - We southern ladies understand the 'rebels, ' the wild side of man and beasts. But mostly why it must never be lost. Thanks Sweetie - Cheryl Check my new poem, 'More' when you get a chance!
You tell your story with a stark elegance that brings the horror of this kill dramatically and painfully to life. Beautifully crafted writing. love, Allie xxxx
Please tell me this isn't true... whilst a heartfelt read. Sob. t x
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4/25/2024 4:39:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This so touches the depth of the UNreality of Hollywood, and all the damage that little bitty town does to an entire world...Well Done, Ma Belle, well Done!