The wind rushes through,
The leaves go in a whirl,
The grass sway rapidly,
The wolves howl to the moon,
Howls escape into the wind.
Oh, the rush!
The gentle gurgle of a steam,
The soft rays of morning sun,
The silvery light of the full moon,
To which the wolves howl.
Oh! The fresh sent of the morning wind,
The brisk sent of the forest oh so fresh,
The beats of many paws hitting the ground,
Oh the thrill of the hunt!
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A Book Of Poems
PoetryIf you love reading poems, then you'll love the ones I write. So just keep an eye out for my poems plus I'm gonna make a book of my poems, but not all are related.
