OVER THIS LAND

OVER THIS LAND

The wild and ancient land

Roaming free

Across the craggy rocks

And mountains high

Scanning

The landscape near and far

A land so quiet

Nothing making a noise

Except for the

Hawks

Eagles

Buzzards

Hovering on the wind

Silently

That their prey won’t hear them

Stalking

Shadowing

Lurking

Just above the sky line

Disguised

Veiled

Cloaked

Concealed

Never to reveal until the time is perfect

Then they strike at the prey

Nothing gets in their way

The lonesome wolf

Standing strong and proud

This is his land

Where his brothers and sisters

Roamed free

Hounded

Haunted

Frightened to the core

Is it any wonder that they moved to the mountains?

For safety

And security

Free from cruelty

The torture

The pain

The aimless slaughter

Of this wondrous beast

Maybe, just maybe

With time and help

They will roam free

As they did once

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

31^st May 2012

All Rights Reserved

Taken from the wolves book of poems

© Living Under The Same Sky

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson