Eleanor Rose

Call Of The Wolf - Poem by Eleanor Rose

The howling wolf
Facing the moon
Inflamed with silver light
It howls its call
Its sad lonely song
It rolls over hills and meadows
And over mountains and forest
For it is the call of nature
It is the call of the wolf

Poet's Notes about The Poem

the wolf is free and wild. It howls with its untamed voice to all yet to none.

Comments about Call Of The Wolf by Eleanor Rose

  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (4/29/2014 6:20:00 PM)

    This is very good, please check out my poems (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 15,578 Points John Westlake (4/26/2014 12:14:00 PM)

    The call of the wolf the call of the wild. The sound of freedom. Nicely written (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,228 Points Thomas A Robinson (4/25/2014 4:59:00 PM)

    The solitary wolf against all odds survives. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (4/25/2014 1:53:00 PM)

    Nicely written. Wonderful imagery! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, April 25, 2014

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