Sharing the Land


	SHARING THE LAND The cry of the wolf on the distant hill, Is like a soothing lullaby on this night so still. Giving us assurance that everything is well, We wonder what secrets to each other our brothers tell. All creatures of the night come and leave your home, For on the darkened land it’s now your time to roam. But for the people of my village it is our time to rest, In case with the morning sun Nature puts us to the test. JRS © 1-30-00 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved