The Wolf
Georgia R. Durston

When the pale moon hides and the wild wind wails,
And over the treetops the nighthawk sails,
The gray wolf sits on the world's far rim
And howls: and it seems to comfort him.

The wolf is a lonely soul, you see,
No beast in the wood, nor bird in the tree,
But shuns his path; in the windy gloom
They give him plenty, and plenty of room.

So he sits with his long, lean face to the sky
Watching the ragged clouds go by.
There in the night, alone, apart,
Singing the song of his lone, wild heart.

Far away, on the world's dark rim
He howls, and it seems to comfort him.

[Home][The Library][Why I Love My Wolfdog][Adoption Application]
[In Loving Memory][General Store][Stone Culture.][Adoptions1][Adoptions2][ Adopted Animals]]

Click HERE to sign Where Wolves Rescue Guest book and tell us about yourself, or better yet tell us about your animals!

Click here and take a tour at our blog. Besides seeing the dogs, you can enjoy the roses, the wildlife, visit interesting places, and learn new things!

Email

pangaya@msn.com

Designed and Developed by Troy Sniff at Wolfcountry Web Creations
Copyright © 1996-2000 Wolfcountry Web Creations

Copyright © 2000-2004  DANYA LESHICK