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 GHOSTS IN THE NIGHT
Mere whispers in the wind
are the ghosts in the night,
As they rule the darkened land
with their cunning and might.
As my nightly dreams come forth
my brothers, I can hear,
Tearing at their prey
which is terrified with fear.
I dream I am the wind
as swift as my brother’s feet,
I long for the time to come
when our spirits will finally meet.
For we are really one and the same
as our skills let us survive,
So I pray for always, brother wolf’s spirit
in me will be alive.
JRS © 8-29-00
The "Okie" Poet
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