I Remember When

by soquiliquayAshland, Wisconsin, USA

Aug 2010 420 Views 3 comments

I Remember When

I remember those lazy summer days when I could look out from the hill
and see a pair of amber eyes looking back at me.

I could feel the trust in those eyes, and felt somehow connected to this being.

The wolf.

It dared itself to get as close to me as it could,
sometimes an arms length away,
when my fingertips brushed his nose.

He surrendered his fear,
to the touch of my hand,
and let his tail sway happily.

Now as our civilization encroaches closer and closer to his home and family,
hurt them,
and main them,
all I see in his eyes are fear,
distrust,
and anger.

In all those eyes of all the those animals that we share the world with,
the trust,
the pride,
the happiness,
is gone.

I have been told that in my eyes is the very same fear.

I remember those lazy summer days when I could look out from the hill,
and see a pair of trusting amber eyes looking back at me,
and I miss that.

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Posted: Aug 2010

About this poem:

Written 3-23-02. As we move ever closer to destroying what`s left of our woods, or prairies, our grasslands...what used to be a bountiful world...the animal world gets smaller and smaller, and more afraid of us or in other cases, dependent on us when they should live their own lives. I can only hope that the next generations take care to preserve the wild animals homes.

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Comments (3)

agoodguy2havesuffolk, Virginia USAAug 25, 2010

soquiliquay, your topic has been expressed for a long time, hundreds of years in fact. As man (and woman) continue to proliferate on a never expanding planet, the rest have to give way. It's sad that species go extinct any time, but our own time seems more fraught with disappearances. It is the human species that needs to, not go extinct, but lessen, I think. 6.5 billion souls seems enough I believe, but soon there will be 10 billion.

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USAAug 25, 2010

Hi, soquiliquay,
I am always thrilled when I am able to come close to the wildness of nature and see a pair of trusting amber eyes looking back at me. Once, in Wellfleet, I stood silently in the presence of a fox (not wolf-nose-brushing close, however!). It was a most beautiful experience! My heart aches for what we have done to our earth-sharing beings and nature's delicate balance. In our self-indulgent ignorance, we pollute and destroy.