My brother, Canis Lupus be,
Teaching skills of great aware,
Has stride in times uncertain,
Feast or famine, not a care.
Mighty hunter, ol' timber wolf,
As he teaches law of land,
His principals, strong loyalty,
Mother nature at his command.
A lonewolf, his nickname be,
Yet example, I follow upon,
Seen howling at the moon,
My brother and I, unison.
Sir Lupus stalks the hills,
I, the valleys so low,
Yet I have learnt the peace,
My brother always did know.
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mighty-thor-of-algo-park-iii/
