Song Of The Wolves Poem by Rose Wilder

Song Of The Wolves



Hunters of the Dusk,
Shadows of the Night,
Afraid of neither fox nor bear,
With silver fang we fight.

Bane of deer and elk,
Caribou and hare,
Stealthy stalkers in the brush,
We are everywhere.

Wolves of forest deep,
Mountain, marsh, and moor,
Howling `neath the full white moon
The whole world o'er.

A Nation fierce and strong,
Savage, ancient, wise,
Lifting up our song tonight
With fire in our eyes!

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Rose Wilder

Atlanta, Georgia
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