Poems A Song for Solidarity I am one howl in a serenade. I am one note in a summer song, and one face of which the pack is made. Gray brothers are my strengh, unafraid. Gray sisters are my joy, bright and long. I am one howl in a serenade. I am one shape of the soul's cascade, one body lost in the loving throng, and one face of which the pack is made. My magic's a descent overlaid. On our melody of evensong: I am one howl in a serenade. I am one leap in the hidden glade, one resplendant spell spun out lifelong, and one face of which the pack is made. With solidarity I have paid. The circle to which all wolves belong. I am one howl in a serenade, and one face of which the pack is made. by Elizabeth Barrette Click On The Green Paw Button To Go To The Favourite Poems Message Board To Read/Add Poems |