~ 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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