Wolves are
synonymous
with forests and
wilderness
wild souls they roam
on the land of their birth
they are, apex predators
hunters personified
loving behaviour
to each other
they hold
allegiance
their thrust to survive
all thats hostile
they create their world
and on that are sold
the wild lands
do need them
but man with his arrogant
streak
lacks alas
the judgement and he
lacks the knowledge
he’s really
an ignorant blaggard
who can’t and who wont
hear anyone’s plea
he picks up his gun
or his bow yes he’s got them
wolves are a part
of the creative force
taking them out its his persuasion
and very clearly sends him off course
being frightfully stupid
and terribly wrong
and all we can learn from
them then of course goes
The Native Americans
have such respect
they lived alongside them
and shared in their prose
they knew why they must
continue to be
in the wilderness forests
the white man however
a piss taking pea
of a spirit aforethought
a tragic upheaval
interned in their mind
that his work had great worth
in regard to what is
the great supposition
that hunters are needed on
this our God’s earth
providing the balance
providing the reasons
for all creature’s wild
to be there which is they
the hunter can hunt he can
slaughter, his mayhem
he sees as the balance
that brings in each day
he is the sainted one
his power is wonderful
he is the reason
why there are prey
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
I just loved this poem of the wolves so much, will share to my friends, love Rex’s writing xx
Dear Yvonne thanks for being so very kind about my poetry its always good to have some feedback I wish others would do that more
I know some of the poems are very graphic that I write and sometimes it does sadden me no end so its good to hear positive stuff from people who are my friends but who I don not actually know. Thanks for being a friend recently I am pleased very much to know you and learn from what you post.