Welcome Welcome This morning we find ourselves under clear blue skies with the odd cloud lazily drifting past. It reminds me of the days as a child when we used to lay on our backs and allow the imagination to carry us away. It is a good day. This morning I would like to try something totally and completely out of my comfort zone. I think life is a learning process and you my fellow writers have given inspiration. What on earth is he up to now you may ask? Well gather around the Fireside and lets see what happens when I attempt to write a poem. "What is that Willis?" you may ask. That's right a poem. "Bare with me and entertain me please"... he says as he steps forward in trepidation and some doubt. Having spent a great deal of time around and near these beautiful animals they have inspired me to write this. Know that you are dearly loved at the Fireside... It is I who Calls... The Misunderstood I stand alone in the dark of night Alone, so alone and yet so near The cold is near and yes I live in the same world as you Yet who is it that hears my plight. Few have come and learned of me Even less have stayed and watched me grow For me the world I choose I live to play Where only few can say they are me. Who am I you may ask I am the one who like you must care For those who I have sired and taken to call my own I am the one called like you who has taken to the task. I watch from a distance as you tend to your loves I smile and think of how much we are the same You see you are no different as you work and you play We both are the same, we have been blessed from above. I wish I could speak of the misunderstanding I have been given You see I am the wolf who cares for his own We are the same in so many ways I too stand and call out And like you I care for what is mine like you I am driven. Listen close on the nights that are cold and forlorn Listen to my call from hilltop so high as I announce I have survived Yet another day at your hand, why is it you hunt me In such cruel hard ways with little escape I run from evening to morn. Take but a moment to think of my plight I like you raise family whom I care for and feed Take time to forget of the movies and songs misunderstood For I am the one who suffers it is I who is in flight. Your trophies you hang with the little thought of but relief They line your walls like they belong You stand and you brag of your courageous endeavours With weapons so powerful that bring nothing but grief. Please oh please I beg you to stop come close and listen to the call Yes they are my family just as yours are yours Come stand with me and I will not harm you Listen to me closely before another must fall. I am the wolf who you may fear I am sorry for what you must think I ask you to take the time to learn of who you are afraid In your world you are cautious of even those you hold dear. What a shame it is my friend As I hear you call out and shed your tears You stand ever so tall and whisper your fear in troubled times Of the world we watch slowly come to an end. © Rolly A. Chabot
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5/5/2017 11:27:04 am
Great poem Rolly . Clearly illustrates the wolves' plight in this day and age . The bow valley wolf pack is now down to just wolf . The rest destroyed by human contact and trains and traffic . Sad to see that .
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Hi Peter... thank you for dropping in and commenting. You are so right about the plight, Hollywood and the media have painted this poor animal in such a bad light. They are no different than people just seeking to make a living. Once observed in their natural setting they are magnificent in their own community away from man and his influences.
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Hi Rolly,
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Thank you Vicki, they are indeed special creatures who have misunderstood for years. I had the opportunity to interact from a distance with a pack for a full season in the north in a very remote location. Boundaries were respected in both camps as we got used to each other. It was an amazing experience where I learned a great deal of their daily lives...
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Thank you Christy for taking the time to read and leave a comment. Yes wolves are special and rank very high on intelligence, sadly they rate very high on fear as well. They do move into where they find food and it is here thay are treated as they are. In the wild they are a totally different animal and very social with their own kind.
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5/8/2017 04:31:51 am
Rolly,
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Hi Angelia...
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Hi Maria:
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crazyhorseladycx
6/9/2017 12:23:57 am
howdy, mr. rolly ~ i'd the need to grab a hankie 'pon readin' yer lovely poem. touches my heart 'n strikes a chord 's so many call out the same.
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6/9/2017 03:22:31 pm
Hi Crazyhorseldycx
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