I am waiting for a wolf storm to
blew on thru upon a hot summers day
where the wolves can run and
chill in peace all day long
where rain drops and a misty wind breeze
is all ways forever needed to stay cool
where an indian woman like me loves to howl at the moon
every foggy afternoon ,where the joys of running
with the pack , is an earned gift of it's very own
This is where my brothers and sisters protect one
another with unity to feast upon every great victory .
Written By GT , August 8, 2005 * I love this poem *
I think it is one of my favorites one to write about
because i love to write about it is just the wolf build
in me sweet isnt it .vicious & cool & sweet dont you think .
This poem was orignally called * Awaiting For A Wolf Storm *
I liked this poem a lot. My favorite image was of the woman howling at the moon.