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" A TRUCKERS LAST DISPATCH "
I write this poem,
For truckers alone.
As they hear there loved ones,
On the other end of the phone.
They carry there goods,
To a preset goal.
Don't care what they carry,
Only know they must roll.
White line fever,
I hear it's been called.
When some poor, tired driver,
To sleep has been lulled.
Pushing to fast and hard,
Whachting and following the line
Hoping that when he gets home,
That all will be fine.
But now it has him,
In it's horrible grip.
Could this be the end,
Or even his last trip.
His wheels hit the gravel,
He jerks awake.
Tries to regain control.
His foot on the brakes.
Then he thinks to himself,
About his family waiting at home.
And wonders what drove him,
To endless roam.
He looks to the heaveans,
Please don't let me die.
A truckers last dispatch,
To his dispatcher in the sky.
Written By
Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © Lonewolf Inc2009 All rights reserved.
" THE JOURNEY OF LIFE "
Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life,
for without them, life is meaningless
Do not let your life slip through your fingers
By living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time,
You live all the days of your life.
Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that binds is to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Do not shut out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly.
In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope;
To be without hope is to be without purpose.
Do not run through life so fast that you forget
not only where you have been, but also where you are going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
" WHY A OPOSSUM TAIL IS BARE "
n the beginning all living things - men, animals, plants and trees - spoke the same language and behaved in much the same way. Animals, like people, were organized into tribes. They had chiefs, lived in houses, held councils and ceremonies.
Many animals had characteristics which we would not recognize today. The rabbit, for example, was fierce, bold and cunning, and a great mischief maker. It was through Rabbit's tricks that the deer lost his sharp wolf-like teeth, the buzzard his handsome topknot of feathers and the opossum his long, bushy tail.
Opossum was very proud of his tail which, in those days, was covered with thick black fur. He spent long hours cleaning and brushing it and composing songs about its beauty and vigour. Sometimes, when he walked through the village, he carried his tail erect, like a banner rippling in the breeze. At other times, he swept it low behind him, like a train. It was useful as well as beautiful, for when Opossum lay down to sleep, he tucked it under him to make a soft bed, and in cold weather he folded it over his body to keep himself warm.
Rabbit was very jealous of Opossum's tail. He, too, had once had a long bushy tail but, during the course of a a fight with Bear, he had lost most of it and now had only a short fluffy tuft. The sight of Opossum strutting before the other animals and swirling his tail ostentatiously, filled Rabbit with rage and he made up his mind to play a trick on him at the first opportunity.
At this time, when the animals still lived harmoniously together, each had his appointed station and duty. Thus, Frog was leader in the council and Rabbit, because of his speed, was employed to carry messages and announcements to the others.
As was their custom from time to time, the animals decided to hold a great council to discuss important matters and Rabbit, as usual, was given the task of arranging the gathering and delivering the invitations. Councils were also occasions for feasting and dancing and Rabbit saw a way of bringing about Opossum's downfall.
When Rabbit arrived with the news of the meeting, Opossum was sitting by the door of his lodge engaged in his favourite occupation - grooming his tail.
'I come to call you to the great council tomorrow, brother Opossum,' said Rabbit. 'Will you attend and join in the dance ?'
'Only if I am given a special seat,' replied the conceited Opossum, carefully smoothing some untidy hairs at the tip of his tail. 'After all,' he went on, grinning maliciously at Rabbit, 'I have such a beautiful long tail that I ought to sit where everyone can see and admire it.'
Rabbit was almost beside himself with fury, but he pretended not to notice the jibe and said, 'But of course, brother Opossum! I will personally see to it that you have the best seat in the council lodge, and I will also send someone to dress your tail specially for the dance.'
Opossum was delighted by this suggestion and Rabbit left him singing the praises of his tail even more loudly than usual.
Next, Rabbit called on the cricket, whom Indians call the barber, because of his fame as an expert hair-cutter. Cricket listened with growing amazement as Rabbit recounted his conversation with Opossum. Like all the other animals, he found Opossum's vanity and arrogance very tiresome.
He began to protest, but Rabbit held up a paw and said, 'Wait a moment. I have a plan and I need your help. Listen...', and he dropped his voice as he told Cricket what he wanted him to do.
Early next morning Cricket presented himself at Opossum's door and said that he had been sent by Rabbit to prepare the famous tail for the council that evening. Opossum made himself comfortable on the floor and stretched out his tail. Cricket began to comb it gently.
'I will wrap this red cord round your tail as I comb it,' he explained, 'so that it will remain smooth and neat for the dance tonight.'
Opossum found Cricket's ministrations so soothing that he fell asleep, awakening just as Cricket was tying the final knot in the red cord which now completely swathed his tail.
'I will keep it bound up until the very last moment,' thought Opossum gleefully. 'How envious the others will be when I finally reveal it in all its beauty!'
That evening, his tail still tightly wrapped in the red cord, Opossum marched into the council lodge and was led to his special seat by a strangely obsequious Rabbit.
Soon it was time for the dancing to take place. The drums and rattles began to sound. Opossum stood up, loosened the cord from his tail and stepped proudly into the centre of the dance floor. He began to sing.
'Look at my beautiful tail!' he sang as he circled the floor. 'See how it sweeps the ground!'
There was a great shout from the audience and some of the animals began to applaud. 'How they admire me!' though Opossum and he continued dancing and singing loudly. 'See how my tail gleams in the firelight!'
Again everyone shouted and cheered. Opossum began to have just the merest suspicion that all was not quite as it should be. Was there possibly a hint of mockery in their voices ? He dismissed such an absurd idea and continued dancing.
'My tail is stronger than the eagle's, more lustrous than the raven's!'
At this the animals shrieked so loudly that Opossum stopped in his tracks and looked at them. To his astonishment and chagrin they were all convulsed with laughter, some leaning weakly on their neighbour's shoulders, others rolling on the ground in their mirth. Several were pointing at his tail.
Bewildered, Opossum looked down and saw to his horror that his tail, his beautiful, thick, glossy tail, was now balk and scaly like that of a lizard. Nothing remained of its former glory. While pretending to comb it, the wily Cricket had snipped off every single lair.
Opossum was so overcome with shame and confusion that he could not utter a sound. Instead he rolled over helplessly on his back, grimmacing with embarrasment, just as opossums still do today, when taken by surprise.
" OCTOBER'S CALL '
This time of year, my plans are set,
My destination clear.
To the country I'll be traveling,
For the chill of winter's near.
I'll roam the meadows far and wide,
Memorizing nature's view.
Gaze in wonder at stand of tree's,
There leaves a tarnished hue.
Watching autumn colors bid farewell,
To the day's of summer past.
I must heed October's call and go,
And glimpse the changes while they last.
I'll sense my soul as it grows humble,
Now, more than any time of the year.
As each rainbows painted splendor,
Fills my eye's with grateful tears.
As the land in silent protest,
Tries with color to prolong.
The days of change and harvest,
For the winter will be long.
Yea autumn it does beckon me,
With it's bright October call.
So I must travel to the countryside,
Before the maple leaves all fall.
Written by Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © 2009 Lonewolf Inc
" NO ONE TO PHONE "
One afternoon after the death of her grandfather, Carol lay huddled on
her bed, sobbing forlornly. Her mother sat beside her and asked,
"What's the matter, honey?"
"I miss my grandpa, and I miss talking to him about my problems," the
girl said.
"I know, dear," sympathized her mother. "I miss him too. But can't you
talk to me?" Carol shook her head vehemently.
"Why not?" her mother persisted.
"Because you're what we talked about," sobbed Carol.
Children may not always confide in their parents. And adults may
choose not to confide in many of their friends and family. But it is
important to have someone with whom we can be emotionally intimate.
Tragically, it has been estimated that the majority of men, and many
women, have nobody they could phone at 2:00 in the morning if their
lives fall apart. They believe there is nobody who really wants to
hear from them in a crisis. Too many of us are utterly without close
and intimate friends.
The philosopher Goethe once observed, "The world is so empty if one
thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here
and there who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is
close to us in spirit, this makes the earth an inhabited garden."
Who can you be vulnerable with? Is the earth, for you, more like a
lonely desert or an inhabited garden? The difference may simply be in
whom you feel free to call at your most wounded moments. Do you have
such a person? And are you such a person for someone else?
As it has been said, "A friend is someone who knows the song in your
heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
If we are to find the kind of friend who knows the song in our hearts,
we must also BE that kind of friend. And since good friends take time
to grow, today is a good day to work on those friendships.
" What Is An Indian "
During the normal working day, I answer many questions from non-Indians concerning Indians.
The questions vary and in some cases poorly stated.
But, ususally add up to one question. "What Is An Indian?"
They say he's a person, who doesn't work. But gets a monthly check from the government.
Others say he's lazy.
Still others say he's a man who got a raw deal from the government. Therefore, he deserves what he can get from the government.
Also, others say that he's a drunkard who will never amount to anything. So, therefore the government should terminate him and let hlim make his own way in the white society.
Myself, I do not see an Indian in the same light as any of these people.
I see the Indian, as a group of people all different in ther ways. But, held together by a common bond.
Called: "C U L T U R E."
I see the Indians, as a group who fought for what was rightfully there's and were branded as savages.
I see the Indians, as a group who fought courageously against overwhelming odds and after giving in and signing the peace treaty. Lived to see the treaties broken one by one.
I see the Indians, as an individual who when there country was in danger. Went to the fronts voluntarily and gave there last full measure of devotion. Not only during the Civil War; W.W. #1; W.W. #2: and the Korean Conflict.
I see the Indians, as a group of people who are proud and rightfully so. Because, they possess the secrets of life, the white man has never discovered.
I see the Indians, as a group of people. Becuase, even in there broken English, they will tell you how important it is to ovtain an education in this modern world.
I see the Indians, as a people. Who where they have crossed the culture barrier into the dominate society. Become, the best in there chosen profession. Be it "Law", "Medicine", "Politics", "Tradespersons", "Athletes", or "Fighting for Freedom".
And when I think of the Indian in this light. I think of the question. What Is An Indian?
My chest mightly expands, and I think.
I AM AN INDIAN
" QUESTIONS ASKED ABOUT WOLVES "
1. What are the species of wolves?
There are three species of wolves in the world: the gray wolf (Canis lupus),
the red wolf (Canis rufus) and the Ethiopian (or Abyssinian) wolf,
(Canis simensis). Some researchers believe the Ethiopian wolf is not a wolf,
but actually a jackal.
2. What are the subspecies of the gray wolf?
The gray wolf, Canis lupus, lives in the northern latitudes
around the world. There are five subspecies of the gray wolf
in North America and seven to 12 in Eurasia.
The currently recognized subspecies in North America are:
* Canis lupus baileyi, commonly referred to as the Mexican wolf or lobo.
* Canis lupus nubilus, referred to as the Great Plains or buffalo wolf.
* Canis lupus occidentalis, known as the Rocky Mountain wolf or Mackenzie Valley wolf.
* Canis lupus lycaon, commonly referred to as the eastern timber wolf.
* Canis lupus arctos, known as the arctic wolf.
Subspecies are often difficult to distinguish from one another.
This is because they interbreed where their ranges overlap
so that their populations tend to blend together rather
than form distinctive boundaries. The different traits we see
in subspecies are likely the result of geographic range, available habitat,
and prey base. Skull dimensions, overall size, fur color,
and the length of appendages are some of the characteristics
that differ between subspecies of gray wolf.
3. What is a pack of wolves?
Wolves usually live in packs which consist of the adult parents,
referred to as the alpha pair, and their offspring of perhaps
the last 2 or 3 years. The adult parents are usually unrelated
and other unrelated wolves may sometimes join the pack.
4. How many wolves are in a pack?
Pack size is highly variable because of birth of pups, dispersal,
and mortality. Generally, a gray wolf pack has from six to eight wolves,
but in Alaska and northwestern Canada some packs
have over 30 members.
5. What is a pack territory size?
Territory size is highly variable. Gray wolf territories in Minnesota
range from about 25 to 150 square miles, while territories in Alaska
and Canada can range from about 300 to 1,000 square miles.
Red wolf territories can be from 10 to 100 square miles,
but the territories of red wolves reintroduced into North Carolina
have been 38 to 87 square miles.
6. When do wolves breed?
Wolves breed at slightly different times, depending on where they live.
For example, gray wolves in the Great Lakes Region breed in February
to March, while gray wolves in the Arctic may breed slightly
later in March to April.
Red wolves usually breed in January or February.
7. What is the gestation period of a wolf?
The gestation period of gray and red wolves is usually around 63 days.
8. How many pups are born in a pack each year?
A pack normally has only one litter of pups each spring,
but in areas of high prey abundance more than one female
will give birth in each pack. An average litter size for gray
and red wolves is 4 to 6, but several may die if natural prey
is not readily available.
9. How much do wolf pups weigh?
Gray wolf pups weigh 1 pound at birth,
while red wolf pups weigh less than a pound at birth.
10. How much do adult wolves weigh?
Adult female gray wolves in northern Minnesota weigh between
50 and 85 pounds, and adult males between 70 and 110 pounds.
Gray wolves are larger in the northwestern United States, Canada,
and Alaska where adult males weigh 85 to 115 pounds
and occasionally reach 130 pounds.
Adult female red wolves weigh 40 to 75 pounds,
while males weigh from 50 to 85 pounds.
11. How big are wolves?
The average length (tip of nose to tip of tail) of an adult female
gray wolf is 4.5 to 6 feet; adult males average 5 to 6.5 feet.
The average height (at the shoulder) of a gray wolf is 26 to 32 inches.
The average length (tip of nose to tip of tail) of an adult red wolf is 4.5
to 5.5 feet. The average height (at the shoulder)
of an adult red wolf is about 26 inches.
12. How big is a gray wolf's track?
The size of a wolf's track is dependent on the age and size of the wolf,
as well as the substrate the track was made in.
A good size estimate for a gray wolf's track size is 4 1/2 inches long
by 3 1/2 inches wide. In comparison, a coyote's track will be closer
to 2 1/2 inches long by 1 1/2 inches wide.
Only a few breeds of dogs leave tracks longer than 4 inches
(Great Danes, St. Bernards, and some bloodhounds) .
13. How many teeth does an adult wolf have?
Adult gray and red wolves have 42 teeth, while adult humans have 32.
14. How strong are a gray wolves' jaws?
The massive molars and powerful jaws of a wolf are used to crush
the bones of its prey. The biting capacity of a wolf is 1,500 pounds
of pressure per square inch. The strength of a wolf's jaws
makes it possible to bite through a moose femur in six to eight bites.
In comparison, a German shepherd has a biting pressure
of 750 pounds per square inch. A human has a much lower biting
pressure of 300 pounds per square inch.
15. What do wolves eat?
Gray wolves prey primarily on large, hoofed mammals such as
white-tailed deer, mule deer, moose, elk, caribou, bison, Dall sheep,
musk oxen, and mountain goat. Medium sized mammals,
such as beaver and snowshoe hare, can be an important secondary food
source. Occasional wolves will prey on birds or small mammals.
Red wolves primarily prey on white-tailed deer, raccoons,
rabbits and rodents.
16. How much do wolves eat?
Gray wolves can survive on about 2 1/2 pounds of food per wolf per day,
but they require about 5 pounds per wolf per day to reproduce
successfully. The most a gray wolf can eat in one sitting
is about 22.5 pounds.
Red wolves eat an average of 5 pounds of food per day,
but have been known to eat up to 12 pounds in one sitting.
17. How many prey do gray wolves kill per year?
In Minnesota, wolves kill the average equivalent of 15 to 20
adult-sized deer per wolf per year. Given the 1997-98 estimate
of 2,450 wolves in Minnesota, that would equal about 36,750
to 49,000 deer killed by wolves. In comparison, from 1995-1999
hunters killed between 32,300 to 78,200 deer each year in Minnesota's
wolf range. In addition, several thousand deer
are killed during collisions with vehicles each year.
18. How long do wolves live?
Gray wolves in the wild have an average life span of 6 to 8 years,
but have been known to live up to 13 years in the wild and 16 years
in captivity. Red wolves in the wild have an average life span
of 8 to 9 years, but have been known to live up to 12 years
in the wild and 16 years in captivity.
19. What do gray wolves die from?
The natural causes of wolf mortality are primarily starvation,
which kills mostly pups, and death from other wolves because
of territory fights. While not usually a big problem, disease such
as mange and canine parvovirus can be a concern in small
and recovering populations. Injuries caused by prey results in some
deaths. Human-caused mortality including legal, illegal, and accidental
causes, can be high in some populations.
Pup mortality rates are highly variable, but approximately
40 to 60% of wolf pups die each year.
20. How fast can gray wolves run?
Wolves will travel for long distances by trotting at about five miles
per hour. They can run at speeds of 25 to 35 miles per hour
for short bursts while chasing prey.
21. How far can gray wolves travel?
Wolves may travel 10 to 30 miles each day in search of food.
Dispersing wolves, those leaving packs in search of their own mate,
have been known to travel distances of 550 miles away form
their home territory.
" I AM WOLF "
I am as old as the mountains I call home.
I have seen mountains grow from small hills,
valleys form from small ravines
and rivers born of trickling streams.
I have walked with the great ones of eons ago
The Great Mammoth, Saber Tooth Tigers, and many
others who have been long lost.....
I have seen the beginning of mankind.
I am Wolf.
I am a predator
A hunter
I hunt for food
I do not collect trophies to be mounted on the
walls of my Den.
I do not hurt for enjoyment, but out of necessity..
For Survival.
I hunt to feed my children...
So they can one day walk upon Mother Earth
And become part of the Circle of Life.
I am Wolf.
I have watched for many years my hunting grounds
diminish....
Trees replaced by buildings...
Game replaced by humans.
I have been driven highter and higher into the
mountains...
Yet the humans still come.
And I'm driven even further from the hunting grounds
of my father's father,
And his father's before him.
Yet, I survive.
My children survive.
I am Wolf
I am a loyal, devoted, and loving parent.
Our children are our future...
Just as human children are the future of
all human beings.
I am protective of my children
And take responsibility of their nurturing
as seriously as any human parent.
I provide food for my children and provide
them with a safe home.
Until they are ready to walk their own path.
I am Wolf I do not choose to hunt in the presence of humans
But I have been given no other choice.
My land has been taken from me.
And, now so shall my life....
And the lives of my children, and in doing so...
Our future is doomed...
We will go the way of the old ones...
Only in memories of distant pasts shall we
live again...
I am Wolf
Wolves are beauty without vanity..
Innocence without naivety..
We are ones of the Creator's children,
And deserve to live our lives in peace..
We were created for a purpose..
And it was not to be hunted down and slaughtered
I am Wolf
Tonight, I will lay and sleep with my mate and
our children...
This may be the last night we will share together,
upon Mother Earth.
For tomorrow, many of our brothers and sisters
will be slaughtered.
And perhaps ourselves, as well...
Our songs will be only a distant memory...
Fading into the past.
I am Wolf.
" THIS WORLD OF OURS '
It just makes me want to frown,
The way wev'e turned this world upside down.
Our goverment destroys everything they touch,
Even things we love so much.
Our economey can't even revie,
It's a strugle each day to survive.
Just look at all the mariges today,
So early do they fade away.
With all this worlds greed and hate,
I wonder if this is always going to be our fate.
Yes I wonder whats really in store,
Because knowone knows how to love anymore.
I sit here just thinking for hours,
How I really hate this world of ours.
And so as each day passes me bye,
More and more I just want to die.
By
Edmond Lonewolf
© 2009 Lonewolf Inc.All Rights Reseverd.
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