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Amber Eyes Rebecca DupuisWith amber eyes he watches. Over his pack, his family. Strong together as they hunt for survival.With angry eyes he sees. Fences across land, men with guns, and a thrill. He only kills to survive.With sad eyes he looks. At sharp traps, the soft furs of his pups. They didn't run to survive.So he asks, why did he survive? .....................The Leader of the Pack Bonnie KriwtschenkoThe leader of the pack, Strong and true He holds his alpha head high, Knowing another night is almost through He lies beneath the moon, Stares up at the sky His dedication will always remain true.Looking through his eyes, One sees loneliness, A soleness that no one understands, But all accepts In my eyes, he stands alone He is simply God’s perfection Yet, people still wander in his direction.He pounces on the ice, He slams at his reflection, Why, when such beauty stands?To be alone is what he desires, However, to be understood is what it requires Let him be the King… To lead his own ring The leader of the pack, Has surely earned his pride, Let him relax, and enjoy his rideJust Looking For Some Peace So live your life so the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools and robs them of their visions. When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.Tecumsehhttp://users.ap.net/~chenae/wolfhome.html