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~ Bound As One ~
Without a shadow I wandered
alone in the sun,
A flower wilting without rain
The winter long and cold
until you came.
No more loneliness
For we have the other,
Close together we will be
To care and love
For we can see
That oneness gives life.
Oneness as warmth
to keep out the cold
Oneness as light
to banish the darkness
Oneness as comfort
when pain has come
Oneness as shelter
from raging storm
Oneness as wisdom
to offer support.
There is no chill of night
There is nothing more to fear
For we are one.
Creator of all the universe
Creator of our heart
our Lord and Redeemer
Hold us in oneness
that we may live long
on Your earth.
And when our days fade to a last sunset
we will soar above the heavens
where there is perfect peace
comfort, warmth, shelter and light,
Our oneness with You
Forever complete.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
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Everything is laid out for you.
Your Path is straight ahead of you.
Sometimes it's invisible but it's there.
You may not know where it's
going, but you have to follow the Path.
It's the Path to the Creator.
It's the only Path there is.
Chief Leon
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~ Captive ~
Held captive to barely breathe
Trapped within the bars
The bars of sacred love
Yet free within the confines
Of all that loving does
Whatever weakness known
Then tender is the draw
If loving is a prison
Then please entrap the more
Though not lying on a bed of ease
Or traversing far and wide
Yet content in bonds of love
And there to gladly hide
Within the law of faith, enough
In rightful place
He the warrior, strong and true
She rests in nurturing grace
God's arms encircling
With powerful tenderness
Roped as one
In chains of gentleness
Wrapped tight to ever give
By the strands of His loving heart
Locked by His key to keep
Bound by oath to stay
Imprisoned in these bars
Evermore complete
~*~
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
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I have seen that in any great undertaking
it is not enough for a man to depend simply upon himself.
-Lone Man (Isna-la-wica)(Teton Sioux)
Time is written in volumes three
The past, the present, and yet to be
The past is written, and laid away
The present love we're living day by day
And yet to be, greatest of volumes three
Is hidden from sight, God holds the key!!
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~ Cherokee Love Poem ~
You ... ni-hi
are the sunshine ... a-ga-li-ha of my heart ... a-da-nv-to
joy ... u-li-he-li-s-di of my dawn ... u-gi-tsi-s-gv
my eyes ... di-tsi-ga-to-li become mist ... ka-nu-yo-la-di?a
at the thought of your love
You ... ni-hi
are the song ... ka-no-gi-s-di of my soul ... a-da-(nv)-to
I saw ... a-gi-go-`hv the dove,... wo:-ya spirit ... a-da-nv-do (cry) ... tsu-ga-sa-wo-dv
ta-li meaning two in cherokee as we became one
angel ... a-ni-da-we-hi keeper ... u-(ga)-se-di of my heart ... a-da-nv-to
we ... o-gi-na-li-go-hi journey ... vi-s-vi below the star ... no-qui-si of
love (to love) ... a-da-ge-yu-di
sweet ... u-ga-na-s-da is the wind ... u-no-le wind song ... ka-no-gi-s-di
singing your name
I Love You ... gv-ge-yu-hi
You
are the sunshine of my heart ... joy of my dawn ...
my eyes ... become mist ...
at the thought of your love
You ... ni-hi
are the song ... of my soul ...
I saw the dove,... wo:-ya spirit ... (cry) ... tsu-ga-sa-wo-dv
ta-li meaning two in cherokee as we became one
Angel ... keeper ... of my heart ...
we ... journey ... below the star ... of
love (to love) ... a-da-ge-yu-di
Sweet ...is the wind ... u-no-le wind song ... ka-no-gi-s-di
singing your name
I Love You ... gv-ge-yu-hi
~*~
Bonnie Ray © 2006
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~ Cloud Walker ~
Born to mountains on high
his spirit walked clouds in the sky
As a strong brave young boy
to all, he brought happiness and joy
But as time and fate would be
men came from across the sea
Cloud Walker held the land in great trust
but it was soon taken in greed and lust
So many were the white man
out numbering Cloud Walker's clan
and in haste to clear the land
they started fires by their evil hands
Greedy and in such thoughtless rush
they started burning off thick wooded brush
Soon the fire was out of hand
burning and destroying all the land
The white men with evil smiles
watched as it spread for miles
but in fear they would not stay
Their coward's hearts soon ran away
The land was burning and smoking
while people were dying and choking
Cloud Walker bravely rushed in
trying to save his blood's kin
Risking his very heart's life
he saved his children and wife
His body was burned and charred
and his heart's spirit forever scarred
Cloud Walker stood atop a hill
the fire yet burning still
He watched as it spread
and his spirit's heart bled
He stood there a solitary man
taking in the emptiness of the land
Not many were left of his clan
They would have to start life over again
Watching as smoke bellowed across the lake
thinking his heart would surely break
His spirit no longer heard life's song
for his heart's beloved land was gone
He had fought on into the night
with all his brave spirit's might
But in his heart was a great void
for all he loved had been destroyed
His brave spirit looked to the sky
and his heart could only ask why ...
Surveying all the destruction with his eye
asking, why did the land have to die?
Cloud Walker's spirit watches yet today
pollution of the once clear water ways
destroying the Creator's clean fresh air
without giving any thought or care
His spirit watches in great sorrow
and asks, will there be a tomorrow ...
For him this question will ever burn
will men's heart's never learn ...
Cloud Walker respected this land true
and all man's destruction is in his view
His spirit is asking you ...
What are you going to do?
Cloud Walker still watches from the skies
with a heart's tears in his eyes
and he continues still to ask why ....
Why does the land have to die?
Barbara LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)
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~ I Am Cherokee ~
Half Breed
Hey Half Breed
They yelled you're a Injun
We tried to kill off your seed
Those hateful words I heard
growing up in a white world
Just a child with a few kin
I didn't know where I came from
Mom always said hush -it don't matter none
Pay them no mind ,they're just being unkind
I managed to grow up and learned
That it did matter a lot, not just some
I learned I am descended from the
First Peoples and we are Earth Keepers
Now I know why my heart is free
and the heart drums I hear are a part of me
History books never...
taught me things I know instinctively
It is the blood that flows in my veins
That let me see what is hidden from view
Others look but they have no clue
Always knew I was different but didn't know
that I should be proud
Years have passed since childhood taunting
It has been a long journey to find all of me
But I found a thread and followed it
back through history
And now I tell you who I am
I am Cherokee
Bonnie Ray
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~ I Am Wolf ~
I am wolf, I am one of a kind
I have been here since ancient time
Wakan Tanka Blesses me to be
My kind will always run wild and free
It is my nature to avoid you, I am human shy
You hunt me from helicopters across the sky
Then you shoot at me as I try to flee ... Why?
Why does your kind wish my species to die?
We wolves run together in a family pack
Always guarding ourselves against attack
I do not attack your home or farm
I only attack when you intend wolf harm
Wolf has no markets or stores for food supply
We hunt the forests and where open fields lie
You speak and spread your untrue words
That we attack your live stock and herds
Why does man wish to kill wolf by his lying?
We only take lives of old, weak and already dying
You hunt and kill for sport and greed
We only hunt when our families have need
You place animal head trophies upon your wall
to make your egos walk vain and tall
Wolf needs no trophies for others to see
We only wish to live and preserve our family ...
We mate for life and survival just as you ...
We grieve for our lost ones same as you do
Why can we not share a new dawn ....
Let me be free to howl the moon my song
Loyalty and courage shines from my eyes
I am spirit of the wild that never dies
I am brother wolf, asehi ... I am he
I will always run the winds free ...
Barbara LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)
© 2004 used with permission
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~ Kindred Spirit ~
After the great spirit created the world
He called man and wolf into council
He charged them to go out to be heard
To give name to all the earth's plant and animal
Together they went about their task in earnest
Giving name to all that their path would cross
To give symbol to all, in plain and forest
Making sure that none were passed or lost
Task completed, they returned to the great spirit
Proud of what man and wolf had accomplished
All now had a name, as he had asked it
With this, he told the two they were finished
Kindred spirit is what he named them
Told them then to part, yet live in harmony
Which they did, 'till strangers came to this land
Killing the wolf to make room for his family
It is time we remembered this was not the plan
Wolf was not a problem for tribes that were here
Together we were to live, hand in hand
How can we make the intruders open their ears
Kindred spirits of the land we had lived
Working together to keep the land good
But, a breaking of the promise, we would give
Where, as brothers together, we had once stood
Gary Salter © 2005
This was taken from the legend of my love's people,
May we leave the spirit of the wolf in peace
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~ Little Wolf's Wish ~
Four wolf pups lay by their Mother's side
filling their Father's heart with pride
There was one girl and three males
who protected their little sister without fail
Wolf pups love to run and play
for that is little wolves' way ...
but their Father they must obey
they must heed what he has to say
From the day they were born
their Father had warned ...
Stay away from man's farms
for he means wolf harm
That creature, the two legged one
carries a stick called a gun
he kills for sport and fun,
if you see him, you must run!
Then came the fateful day ...
the four little wolves were at play
with their friends, the cub bears
Suddenly gun shots filled the air
Little wolf quickly looked around
his sister's small body was lying on the ground
only her soft fur moved as a lone wind blew
In his heart and by instinct he knew ...
He watched as she drew her last breath
her heart bravely embracing death ...
Little wolf's yelps pierced the sky
why did his only sister have to die ...?
But he could not linger nor stay
the two legged one was headed his way
and his gun was pointed at him
He was trying to kill all of them!
The little wolves followed their own tracks
and made it safely back to the pack
Their beloved sister they will always miss
and little wolf forever holds this wish ...
That man's killing of wolves will cease
and man will let them live in peace
A wish from the heart and most sincere
Please help before wolves completely disappear
Barbara LaBarbera © 2004
(LadyBleaux)
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Defenders Of Wildlife - Wolves
There is NO record of a non-rabid wolf killing a human
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Time and space -
time to be alone, space to move about -
these may be the greatest scarcities of tomorrow
-Edwin Way Teal
An old Shoshone legend honors the wolf as the protector of women.
Sketch by Evening Thunder
It is told that a group of young girls had to be left behind in hiding as the tribe had to pack up and move quickly due to imminent danger. When the girls came out of hiding and went in search of the tribe, they came upon an injured wolf. After nursing the wolf back to health, they became adopted by the entire pack of wolves, who saved them from danger many times as the girls continued their search for the rest of their tribe.
The warrior fathers, upon returning to find the girls, saw the wolves surrounding their daughters from a distance. Not understanding that the wolves were actually protecting their daughters, they slew them one and all.
After being told of their grave mistake, they vowed to honor the wolf as protector throughout time. This became tradition and continues today.
Protect me, Brother Wolf. My spirit is guided by you.
A MIDNIGHT SONG
BY THE COVER OF THE NIGHT, YOU SING YOUR SONG TO THE MOON
KNOWING SHORTLY THAT MORNING WILL BE THERE SOON
MOST PEOPLE THINK, IT'S JUST A HOWL AND A CRY
TO ME, ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL MUSIC THAT YOU SING TO THE SKY
LOYALITY TO YOUR PACK, IS TO THE END
AND YOU'RE ALWAYS WILLING TO HELP ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS
WHEN NIGHT FALLS YOU GO OUT FOR THE KILL
IT'S JUST FOR THE FOOD AND NOT FOR THE THRILL
YOU GO OUT WITH THE PACK AND HUNT LIKE MEN
ALWAYS RETURNING BY MORNING TO YOUR DEN
YOU'RE WITH YOUR FAMILY EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY
CONSTANTLY PROTECTING YOUR PUPS FROM THE PREY
SO NEXT TIME YOU HOWL, SING VERY LOUD
YOU'RE A GREAT FAMILY MAN AND SHOULD BE PROUD
WE ALL SHOULD BE LIKE YOU, GIVING OUR FAMILY SO MUCH LOVE
SO KEEP ON SINGING YOUR SONG, TO THE STARS ABOVE
~~ Rick Cantalupo
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an understanding of the wolf through education and awareness. Rick Cantalupo's beautiful poem is courtesy of Wolf Song of Alaska.
Maiden Of The Wood
A song about a young Indian maiden discovering the wonderment of the woods as she makes her first solitary voyage through the forest. She dances freely and gracefully with the butterflies, dragonflies, and the animals of the wood. A song reflecting the power of the wood and nature and the sharing of our own spirituality with it.
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~ My Wolf Soul ~
Thru valleys, across mountains and forests of pine,
Roams the wolf and his pack who's soul is mine.
The howl that carries thru the moonlit night,
My soul deep within him feels so right.
He wisely smells for any scent in the air,
As he never knows who might be there.
His strength of body and mind keeps the pack from harm,
The influence he carries to keep them all calm.
Wolf
A defender of his cubs & protector of his pack,
So fearless but gentle as he leads a track.
It is an honor to hold his soul of present and past,
To feel his heart in my chest that beats so fast.
I love the wolf who's soul I bear,
Just like him I give respect and care.
Always look for the brother within your heart and mind,
Look into your soul and your brother you will find.
Jake L. Jackson
(Sumanitu Tanka Tanika Ogligle Wakan)
© 2004 used with permission
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Musing
Through the wind I hear the people of my past,
A Great Nation That was not suppose to last.
In the rain I see their tears,
In the clouds the passing years.
The Warriors of then are all but gone,
Yet the Heart of the people still live on.
We live to hear the thunder of the Buffalo again,
To see the land once ours restored with no shame.
To feel the grasses beneath our feet,
To dance again to the drum beat.
To Live in spirit, Free the Nation
That Dances within me.
Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud
This was written by Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman 27 years ago.
A young Lady that I shall be Glad to call ( Giga )
© 1972, 1999 Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
I wrote this pome at the age of 21. I WROTE THIS AFTER A DREAM OF THE WHITE BUFFALO.
MY BROTHERS; I hope you will feel this rather than read this. I was always told that your life is given in your dreams, I believe that is true.
Peace be in your hearts MY BROTHERS.
Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman
MAGNIFICENT ONE
IN MY DREAMS I SEE YOU THERE,
I AM STARTLED AT YOUR SNOW WHITE HAIR.
MAGNIFICENT ONE I FEEL YOUR TEARS,
YOU'VE MOURNED THE LOSS OF ALL THESE YEARS.
WHY HAVE YOU CHOSEN TO COME TO ME,
WHEN I AM WHAT WAS AND NO LONGER FREE.
I FEEL YOUR SORROW, I HEAR YOUR BELLOWING ROAR,
YOU CALL TO A TIME THAT IS NO MORE.
YOU WANT MY WORDS TO SET YOU FREE,
BUT MY SPIRIT WOLF HAS DIED IN ME.
AS A CHILD YOU OFTEN CAME TO ME,
YOU CALLED MY NAME AND SET ME FREE.
NOW AS AN ADULT WHEN YOU COME,
YOU CALL ME WOMAN WITH NO NAME,
A PERSON WHO IS NO ONE.
I WANT TO WRITE YOUR WORDS OF ALL THAT HAS BEEN DONE,
BUT I AM WOMAN WITH NO NAME, I AM NO ONE.
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud
© 1999 Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
THIS ONE IS OF MY GREAT GRANDFATHER DRAGGING WOLF.
DRAGGING WOLF
DRAGGING WOLF A MIGHTY WARRIOR ACROSS THE PLAINS YOU RIDE,
A GREAT WHITE ROBE YOU CARRY DISPLAYING YOUR NATIONS PRIDE.
YOU RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE GREAT ONE,
SINGING YOUR PRAISES LOUD,
FOR A NATION OF PEOPLE THAT MAKE YOU FEEL SO PROUD.
YOU LIVE IN PEACE AND HARMONY WITH ALL THERE IS TO SEE,
YOU SING THE SONG OF A WARRIOR SO YOUR PEOPLE WILL BE FREE.
YET ALL THE PEACE YOU ASKED FOR A BATTLE HAS BEGUN,
OUR PEOPLE LAY SLAUGHTERED IN A BATTLE NOT YET WON.
I WROTE THIS ALSO AT 17. I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT FOR WHAT IT IS. IT MAKES ME CRY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.
PEACE BE IN YOUR HEART
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud
© 1999 Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
THE SLAUGHTER
BE QUIET SPECKLED FAWN, DO NOT DARE TO SPEAK,
THE SOLDIERS ARE COMING CLOSER,THEY'RE VERY NEAR THE CREEK.
THEY HAVE KILLED AND BURNED OUR VILLAGE,
NO ONE IS LEFT ALIVE, I RAISE MY HEAD TO LOOK,
MY MOTHER SAYS TO HIDE.
SOLDIERS HAVE FOUND US, MY MOTHER JUMPS AND RUNS,
SHE TRIES TO SAVE MY LIFE BY TAKING ON THEIR GUNS.
THE SOLDIERS SHOOT HER IN THE BACK NOT 1 NOT 2 BUT THREE,
I SCREAM OUT HER NAME, THEY ARE COMING FOR ME.
BROTHER WOLF JUMPED IN FRONT OF ME SAYING
"LAY DOWN PRETEND YOUR DEAD.
I'LL PRETEND TO EAT YOU AS HE LICKED MY CHILDISH HEAD.
I WOKE UP WITH A START THINKING IT ALL A DREAM,
UNTIL I STOOD UP TO VIEW THE BLOODY SCENE.
BODIES WERE EVERYWHERE,
SHOT, BEATEN OR BURNED,
THE SICKENING STENCH THAT ROSE FROM IT MADE MY STOMACH CHURN.
I SAT BESIDE MY MOTHER NOT KNOWING WHERE TO BE,
BROTHER WOLF SAID, "GET UP YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME."
"YOU'VE GOT TO TELL THE STORY OF A PEOPLE PROUD AND FREE, YOU'VE
GOT TO TELL THE STORY OF MY BROTHERS, THE CHEROKEE."
PEACE BE IN YOUR HEART
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud.
© 1999 Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
VISION QUEST
WAY UP ON THE MOUNTIAN HIGH,
SEEKING A VISION WHERE THE EAGLE S FLY.
GREAT SPIRIT I HUMBLE MYSELF TO YOU,
I SING YOUR PRAISES ,HANDS LIFTED
TO A SKY OF BLUE.
I SING I DANCE I FAST I PRAY,
GREAT SPIRIT TAKE ME ,
SHOW ME THE WAY.
AT THE CORNER OR MY MIND I SEE A LIGHT,
YET IT IS LATE AT NIGHT.
OUT OF IT COMES A WOLF AND BEAR,
I FEEL THEIR BREATH AS THEY COME NEAR.
THEY STAND ME UP UPON THE GROUND,
ALL IS STILL , THERE IS NO SOUND.
WALK WITH US BROTHER CHEROKEE,
OPEN YOUR EYES FOR YOU SHALL SEE.
A WAY OF LIFE THAT WILL SOON BE THE PAST,
BROTHER CHEROKEE YOU ARE To LAST.
TEACH YOUR CHILDREN SO YOUR ANCESTORS WILL NOT DIE AWAY,
I PROMISE
YOU THE CHEROKEE WILL RETURN SOMEDAY.
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud
© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
CLOUD WALKER
STANDING A FEW FEET AWAY,
WAITING PATIENTLY FOR THE WARRIOR
WHO RODE ME TODAY.
RESTING AFTER A BATTLE WON,
YET KNOWING THE REAL BATTLE HAS JUST BEGUN.
I AM READY FOR BATTLE AT THE TOUCH OF A HAND ,
CARRYING MY WARRIOR ACROSS THE LAND.
I WILL RUN FOR MY WARRIOR UNTIL I CAN RUN NO MORE,
FOR I, AM A CHEROKEE'S PONY OF WAR.
Written: June 25,1999
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud.
© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
THE OMEN
THE GREAT WHITE OWL PERCHED IN HIS TREE,
OPENED HIS EYES AND SPOKE TO ME.
BEWARE THE WHITE MAN COMING YOUR WAY,
HE BRINGS GIFTS OF DEATH THIS VERY DAY.
HE WILL TAKE WHAT THE GREAT SPIRIT HAS GIVEN TO YOU,
TRICK YOU TO BELIEVE HIS TREATIES ARE TRUE.
WHEN HE KNOWS THAT HE HAS WON YOUR TRUST,
HE WILL SLAUGHTER THE BUFFALO TO FILL HIS GREEDY LUST.
HE WILL KILL YOUR PEOPLE AND TAKE YOUR LAND,
HE THINKS IT IS HIS RIGHT AS A WHITE MAN.
I TELL YOU THIS BECAUSE IT IS NOT THE END,
THE CHEROKEE WILL SOON RISE AGAIN.
*To some native Americans the Owl is a Bad Omen. The owl is The Messanger of Death.
written: July 11, 1999
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud.
© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
NIGHT FOX
I AM NIGHT FOX OF THE WOLF CLAN,
I AM A PREDATOR HUNTING THE WHITE MAN.
MY CALLING IS THAT OF ONLY THE BEST,
TO KEEP MY PEOPLE SAFE AND DISPOSE OF THE REST.
AS I TELL YOU MY STORY WHITE MAN LISTEN CLEAR,
BEFORE YOU KNOW I, AM, YOU YOU'LL BE MISSING AN EAR.
I WALK WITH THE STEALTH OF THE WOLF AT NIGHT,
TO AVENGE THE HURT OF MY PEOPLE, TO MAKE WHAT IS WRONG RIGHT.
I AM NOT A COWARD WHO WILL STAB YOU IN THE BACK,
I WILL LOOK YOU IN THE EYES BEFORE I ATTACK.
I WILL GLADLY GIVE MY LAST BREATH TO SET MY PEOPLE FREE,
FOR I, AM,
FOX OF THE CHEROKEE.
This was written from a story told by Dragging Wolf, it was told to him by
Night Fox his grandfather. I put it to poetry. July 22, 1999
I hope you enjoy this one, I tried to write as close to the story I was told.
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud.
© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
BROTHER WOLF
Brother wolf eyes so bright,
glowing amber in the dark of night.
You haunt the places sacred to me,
the spirit path of the cherokee.
Your song calls me back to a time long ago,
where we did not have to hide from the unknown.
Your voice embraces the spirit wolf in me,
it warms my soul, sets me free.
We live in the circle you and I,
from birth walking as brothers until we die.
Brother wolf eyes so bright,
glowing amber in the dark of night.
You haunt the places sacred to me,
The spirit path of the cherokee.
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud.
© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
An Eagle Crys
AN EAGLES CRY WHAT A LONESOME SOUND,
PIERCING THE HEARTS OF THOSE UPON THE GROUND.
TELLING A STORY FOR ALL TO HEAR,
THE CHEROKEE, THE WOLF ,BUFFALO AND DEER.
RETURN AGAIN TO CLAIM YOUR PLACE,
WATCH ME SOAR WITH SUCH GRACE.
THE GREAT SPIRIT SPEAKS THROUGH ME TO YOU,
KNOW DEEP IN YOUR HEART ALL I SAY IS TRUE.
YOU WILL AGAIN CLAIM WHAT IS YOURS,
THROUGH TRUTH, WISDOM , AS A NATION OF FORCE.
I CRY FOR A TIME THE GREAT SPIRIT HAS SHOWN ME,
WHEN THE LAND AGAIN GOES BACK TO THE WOLF ,
BUFFALO, DEER AND THE CHEROKEE.
Written July 21,1999
DONNA MATTOX Buffalo Woman
Cherokee and Proud.
© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This original poem. Thank you for your Poem Donna.
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~ Shadow Wolf ~
Walking a shadowy path of his own
His wild wolf's heart is so alone ...
He howls alone at the moon's misty light
His cries pierce the cold still night ...
His loyal mate was taken
and his heart is so forsaken
He lays his tired body down
on a cold lonely ground
In his spirit's eyes, tears fill
but off on a distant hill ...
A young she wolf looks to the skies
Ears perked, she hears his cries
Her feet races the ground
following Shadow wolf's sound
Faster, faster, go her feet
faster, faster goes her heart beat
Her search is almost at an end
as she flies on the wind
She sniffs the cold night air
of his scent, she's made aware
At last she wolf finds him
Soft wind caresses them
She gently licks the tears from his face
Their hearts held in nature's embrace
As he nuzzles her with his jaws
she lays her head across his paws
Nestled together in each other's warm furs
love and protection is now hers
Now through the darkness of night
they howl together at the moon's light
Blessed by The Creator to always be ...
They run the wind free
Through summer's warmth or winter's snows
She follows him where ever he goes
Their loyal hearts locked together
They will be soul mates forever ...
Barbara LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)
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Wolf And The Sparrow
The wind whistled through the trees
telling of a cold snowy night's freeze ...
All of the animals had been safely prepared
except for a little bird who was not spared
A little sparrow had gotten lost
and was caught in the unexpected frost
She lay on the cold frozen ground
her fragile body barely making a sound
She was badly injured and could not fly
then out of the shadows a wolf passed by
Silently, without any sounds being heard
wolf found the little injured bird ...
Wolf looked at the sparrow's delicate feathers
and knew she could not survive the weather
He saw the sadness in sparrow's eye
and knew he could not let her die ...
There in the cold night's dark
the little sparrow had touched wolf's heart
Wolf saw the little sparrow's plight
and would see her through the night
As the wolf laid down close beside her
the sparrow nestled warmly in his soft fur
From the night sky Creator looked down
at His little creatures lying on the cold ground
Then Creator sent warm heavenly winds
to keep warm these two caring friends ...
Because the wolf's caring devotion had no end
for little sparrow a miracle of healing would begin
Within all the miracles ever dreamt of
there's none greater than the miracle of love
With their hearts and spirits bound together
Wolf and little sparrow will be friends forever
Whenever there's two hearts that share
Miracles can happen to anyone, anywhere
Barbara LaBarbera © 2005
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~~ Wolf Dreamer's Dream ~~
Long ago Tribal Elders passed on a gift
the mystical ability to shape-shift ...
As into your heart this dream steals
Is it a dream ... or is it real ....?
Come, join my Wolf-Pack ...
Don't look back ... just follow the tracks
Welcome my friend ... listen to the wind
Enter dreams without beginning or end ...
Now ....
...... the Wolf-Dreamer Dreams begins ....
Follow me to another place and time
A place of harmony 'midst wolf and his kind
As day ends and night begins to fall ...
Off in the distance, I hear my brother's call
A wolf spirit trapped in human skin
I long to run with my wolfen kin
As my brother's howl comes within range
'Neath the stars, my body begins to change ...
At last my body and spirit are one
Faster! Faster! My paws begin to run!
Without pause or looking back ...
I search to find my brother's pack!
Then I see my Celtic spirit sister there
and my Cherokee sister with the raven hair
Off standing in the shadowy moon beams
is "Yellow Wolf Who Follows His Dreams"
Romping 'round the Craggy Mountain bend
There's my grandsons, "Brother's of the Wind"
Yes, all my wolf friends are gathered there!
Howling and running with paws flying on air
As clear and continuous as a mountain stream
We forever dream our Wolf-Dreamer's Dream
This is my wolf pack, my loyal family
Humans by day ...... But at night
.... wolf spirits that run free
Barbara LaBarbera © 2005
(ThunderWolf)
*Please help our wolf brother run free!
Help Save The Wolves
*VOTE for Arctic refuge!
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*Dedicated to my "Wolf Pack Friends"
Those that love and fight to save the wolves
Thank you for your support
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~ Wolf In The Rainbow ~
To mountains old and worn
a beautiful child was born
As she grew, all could readily see
She had mystical strength and beauty
No one could control this spirited child
As she ran the winds free and wild
Her people wondered from the start
What could tame her wild spirited heart
Her many loves never seemed to last
Becoming mere shadows of the past
She walked a path of her own
wondering if she would always be alone
On a fateful day in time
Grandfather showed her a sign
Under the skies of a rainbow
A wolf was standing in the shadows
Shown by powers of Earth mother
Wolf in the rainbow is your brother
He will always be by your side
and will ever be your spirit guide
The rainbow now colors her life bright
guiding her spirit to peace and light
She learned through wolf spirit's eyes
and her heart grew worldly wise...
Rainbow Wolf showed ways of old ...
He became the guardian of her soul
Teaching her spirit to soar
She travels paths not known before
Her heart's destiny would not long wait
for by a mystical chance of fate
unexpectedly her love came
and lit an undying flame...
Guided by wolf in the rainbow
their love's ecstasy ever glows
Filled with passionate fury and desire
fanned by destiny's undying fire...
Written on the winds of fate
they will be forever soul mates
Whether they are together or apart
Her lover holds the secret to her heart
Now the secret, if you want to hear it
How did he tame her wild spirit...
Ask the wolf in the rainbow
He's the only one who knows...
Barbara LaBarbera
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