Monthly Archives: March 2011

The sick child lays still and cranky

looking for the one stray eye to catch her gaze

feeling hopless and tied down low

her temper begins to flair

she wants to drink and eat and play all day

trying to explain that she can not for it will make her worse

she kicks and screams and throws her fits

mom feeling bad as if she’s no help

trying to do the best that she can

she try’s to hug her and compfort her

though feeling so lousy she pushes away and cryes and screams

my heart begins to mold feeling hurt and sorrowed as I don’t want to see her feeling so lousy

awaiting her to return to herself and return to accepting compfort from me

still wishing that my little girl were feeling good and healthy

with nothing to do but just sit and watch her sulk I lay close to her as possible as I may so that I can evaluate her time and intake of what I can get her to take in to her stomach again

feeling bad just watching her lye I hide in the corner with my own tears in my eyes

knowing it’s not serious but even just seeing her not feel well it tears me up within

wishing she were back to her normal and the stress of her temper were settled and silent

though knowing they won’t I try to breath deep for the wind to ease my stress beneath me

closing my eyes and thinking of a simple qiuet place eases my mind

then I can sit and bare a little more of her tourturing discompforting pain

with one last phrase I have on my plate

I say to my child

rest easy tonight

as I myself roll over to rest

I quietly hope for good mornings bliss

His fresh raw teeth showing with no fear to hide

the rumble sounds of thunder billowing over the thicket of his land

leaving his print within the mud and dirt around

then he sees another in mere sight

together they tumble teeth ready to bite 

standing their own ground fighting the first of their own kind

or  who steps across the boundaries of their thicket lines

seeing of whom will win the dominancy at hand

trying their hardest and best only to protect their given land

they stand together like that of an army of men

bringing in food for their women and pups

plenty for the entire pack to have enough for them all

this land will always remain his own

and he will stand firm ears perked with every movement or sound

his heart will beat fast as he stays pure and faithful till his old aged death

even then his spirit still remains loyal

his footing running fast like a hidden sniper in the woods

true and a friend he’ll remain till the end

protective and observent to the entire pack

strong and tough yet mild even still

living loyal is what he must do

fighting for the food to bring it home

the wolf is a strong charachter kind

 with every thought of loyalty, power and strife he leads within life

building up strong packs to follow his lead while he lives out his very own deeds

be him a man or a dog is for you to decide

what I know most is that I trust in him and his guidence of life

The wolf and his pack will remain my friend in life

 with such beautiful coats of black, white silver and grey

this is where my life remains as friend this is where I will stay

becoming part of his tribe if I must

I don’t care as long as I just remain at his side for life

moving subtly in the breeze like the wind

he fights his spot with another to gain his spot in under moonlight of the night

as he gazes amonst the light of the night he sits and howls all through his night

in watch of his pride which he carry’s strong within

he hold his pride strong for the pack whiich holds his name

Made in many single colors

sometimes with handles

othertimes not

with many unique shape or design

with many different sizes and uses for many a thing

these whicker wonders

have gone back in history for many years past and many an age

from people using them for food to being used for clothes and many other things

each one being unique and idividualized in it’s own way

I’ve often wondered what the original one was actually created for

as some of these are even used in some cerimonial rituals

within many different cultures

It is of a whicker woven basket I speak
with the wonder aside it and the beuaty ahead for this item of wonder that we see admidst the horizon ahead

In your life you are always busy

Keeping yourself as best as can be keeping up with your three kids

kids who aren’t always angels of gold being sure that you stay busy

alone with no form of help you do what you can

though even you begin to friegh within

while in your heart you keep hoing things will soon change as you haven’t had enough time just for you and your special loved ones

life looking like you are peering thru a window soaked in rain unable to focus on the next to come and unable to see what is mearly in front of you

your vision nothing but a big blurr

while the little time you have you spend mostly thinking of him

you still wish the time was different somehow in the day come to and end

so drained and tired from the overwork of love you lay upon the pillow helping them go to bed resting their tiny little head and zonk out yourself with no warning ahead missing out on the time you may have actually had

though knowing as you wake you were exhausted within and needed that sleep which snuck up and snuck in

though in the back of your mind your still missing him

falling asleep you loose that time that you and he once had

though sleep feeling the best you have never felt before as you are so tired and drained in life during this crazy tough time

Him saying he understands

but you saying but I want to be there with you having you holding me and my hand thru this extremely hard and lonely time in life

in hope filled wonder questioning if this time in life will ever change or end or if it will be just as it is all along staying the same

this seems to be the true time in life i see

With a coat like soft silk

the color of amber

hair that flows through the breeze like that of a spirit of the wind

he runs among the valleys with grace and speed among his grace filled prance

his magic fills the air with his majestic power and speed

racing the meadows and valleys like a wild stallion that he is

spending his day roaming the land then in the night hearing the call of the wolf

his face full of  years and age of his kind

his example being that in the one in the lead

though still young at heart he knows not of these gifts which he has

still learning how important he is for his breed

becoming a warrior soon in the night he takes his role and guides his team

he is still filling into his abilities and natural-born inhabitants of his herd

brave and spirited with strength and diligence with the strange yet amazing beauty

running along the horizon of the of the most intense and bold sunset of the intensifying colors of the sky above

running out in the distance with the wildest of the land

this is the story of the most beautiful animal of the universe