Ode to the wolf

Do you hear the cries of the lone

wolf howling? Where is his pack?

Where is his place? Lost, lost in

the human race. People at the pipe-

lines do you know, where are the tracks

of the wolf? Why are they fading into the

mist? Soon you will hear only the drill and

the hammer. The cry of the wolf will be gone,

soon to be heard no more! Unless we speak

for the wolf; be his voice. Before his tracks are

gone forever, never more to return. Oh, What

sadness that would be!!!