Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


By Scott Bailey © 2014 On a barren plainWhere food and joy are sparseThe desolate packs wanderWatching slow time passHereThe grey wolves grieve With rose stained eyesPatrolling their border widePreserving what is leftOf what they hold insideIt’s whyThe grey wolves grieve They gaze across the deltaTo far off distant timesWhere game and ease were plentyThan … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


By Scott Bailey © 2014 On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieve With rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why The grey wolves grieve They gaze across the … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


Where the Grey Wolves Grieve   By Scott Bailey © 2014   On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieve   With rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


Where the Grey Wolves Grieve   By Scott Bailey © 2014   On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieve   With rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve


Where the Grey Wolves Grieve   By Scott Bailey © 2014   On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieve   With rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why … Continue reading Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Poem a day challenge #266 (Grey Wolf)


Grey Wolf By Scott Bailey © 2014 Grey Wolf pounding Across the hard packed snow Fierce heart pumping Hot against the cold Breeze like blades Cutting headache pulse Scent of blood Fires instinct deep Frost hangs shimmering On the shaggy pelt Grey Wolf coming Endings will be dealt http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk