Wolves do not live here anymore.
They would play hell upon the sheep
that range these fair, green fields
like clumped clouds.
There is no sufficient forest
to sustain them.
Old dens amongst the
western rocks
have only rabbits --
an inadequate provender.
Farmers cannot live with wolves
whose depredations
upon ponds and chicken yards
would be the Wrath of God
upon the Philistines.
Wolves cannot prowl city streets
nor menace quiet neighbourhoods
that sleep within the symmetry
of the 21st Century.
No elk, no wolves,
no wild woods,
no more magic streams.
Author notes
A nature-inspired poem.
A contest entry
- Writing, Love, Nature, or something else! (in other words, OPTIONS & points!) by Chocoholic156.
790 points, ended May 29, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - In Praise of Wolves by WolfHeart.
1200 points, ended December 4, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Brilliant!!!
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Good
I did not like the beginning as much as I could have, but I found the end to be a very acurate, and effective, statement of why I do not like this time. I enjoyed it, thank you. -
I'm sorry, but I am looking for poems in praise of Wolves.
I find them fascinating, loyal and family oriented. The idea of the contest is to raise awareness of wolves as well as becoming a member of a group. I will not DQ you because you spoke openly. -
First off, you need to have your username in the author box.
But this poem doesn't seem to have a rhythm to it, you seem to be speaking in a monotone.... usually I hear the voices of the authors and yours just seems to be kind of like you are reciting facts at me, or speaking AT me, not to me and with me.
Sorry, this just is not my kind of poem. Good luck in your other contests. -
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Sorry you did not like my poem. Thank you for the useful feedback.
Enjoy poetry. Be happy and well.
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