A Walk With The Wolf
By sidewinder
Song of the wolf howling with nature fulfilling the heart, Prime in the tale of expectations mired in the fullness of time, Where is the hunt Hear the chill of your soul Solitudes serenading a completeness, Holy Mother remember me, Touch the magic within me, Reveal the wisdom of your teachings crystal clear in its meaning, Elders in time come and go disappearing from an age wherein there is a walk of inspiration. March 6, 1998 Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jun 13 2002 04:27 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • 12 • 9
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