Yellowstone Tales – Part 1

My Brother the Wolf*

 My brother the wolf
sings his music under clear stars
a chant I recognize but cannot name
haunts me

 My brother the wolf
hears the fear and longing
in our hearts
sees confusion at a glance

My brother the wolf,
no prodigal child,
will not be tamed,
clings with ferocity to ways wild

 My brother the wolf
lies quietly at a distance
waiting patiently for me to acknowledge
our ancient ties

*….my brother the wolf, my sister the sea…
my lover the moon….
John Denver
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14 Responses to Yellowstone Tales – Part 1

  1. penpusherpen says:

    Just sitting here Monica, playing the video, absorbing the atmospheric scenery and staring in wonder as I look at our brother The Wolf, … such descriptive words too, saying it all and in my mind I can hear the haunting howl of the wolf in response. I look forward to part two, my friend. and many, many thanks for sharing your amazing experience… xPenx

    • Monica says:

      Dear Pen, Thank you so much for your kind comments! There’s more video to come – although you will have to bear with me on the quality. At least there’s a wolf on it!

  2. giselzitrone says:

    Mal ganz lieber Gruss von mir schöne Gedichte und schön geschrieben einen schönen Tag wünsche ich dir noch Gislinde.

  3. sandy says:

    I had forgotten the words to that song. Thanks for bringing them back to me.
    Have you been back to the Park?
    The last time I saw a wolf in the wild was on my parents farm in Oklahoma, years ago.

    new blog-

  4. I really love the picture at the water.
    cant wait for part 2!

  5. lazfreedman says:

    Beautiful Poem!, Beautiful Animals!, Sacred ones,
    Peirce’s my heart, Monica
    Peace to you,

  6. bluebee says:

    “a chant I recognize but cannot name” – isn’t it funny that this is so – as if it’s in the DNA. Such a haunting sound, the cry of the wolf, like the sounds of the whale, and how wonderful to hear it in the wild, Monica. Beautiful poem.

    • Monica says:

      Thank you so much, Bluebee. There is something intense there – a wonder and curiosity that’s shared between the species, a hint of prior knowledge, as you say. Memory imprinted in the DNA – I think so, too.

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