Dear Smitty01: You definately have a God-given talent!!! I love wolves and I love this picture. Kinda' reminds me of some of the other wildlife artists, such as Agnew, Bateman, Brenders, etc.
Very nice! Are you a member of the Wolf Clan? Wolf people tend to love family and travel in packs (have loads of people around them). Wolf
Wolf, you were free, you were hunting in the sun. Long before man arrived, we were brothers side by side. In the days of the arrow, in the days of the bow. In the days of the spirit, not too long ago... Wolf, you were seen, by the fathers of our dream And the hunt you engaged was the blueprint for our age. Then we learned and we burned with desire to know more In the dawn that was a man's, they hunted o'er the plains. Still the wolf pack set the pace, when the fire was just a flame...
As plow turn the plains, we ranch on the range. The bisons are gone now, the wolf pack remain. In search of the killers of our sheep and out cattle herds, The stockmen were helpless, they request our aid. Defending the rangelands, are we in our roles, To kill thousands of bountiful wolves is our goal.
Wolf, where are you in the lower forty eight? Once you ran through the woods of the eastern seabound states! Now you're gone from the woods, from the mountains, from the plains; They are filled with the still of the vanishing frontier, They are broken by the blade, tilling all we once held dear...
So load on your planes, get a permit for game We'll sweep o'er the tundra, and muskeg terrain. In search of the killers of our moose and our caribou And all that are helpless, the weak and the lame. Protecting the wild, are we in our roles, blasting those bountiful wolves down below.
Wolf, you were free, you were hunting in the sun. Long before man arrived, you were nature, you were young, Then we came, and survived, we were brothers side by side In the days of the arrow, in the days of the bow. In the days of the spirit, not too long a time ago... In the days of the arrow, in the days of the bow. In the days of the spirit, not too long a time ago...
When the memory of brotherhood between humans and wolves is revived and nurtured the healing process can begin. Onye ... I have spoken.
This smile on the animal is definately Smitty01. Must be the same smile he uses on helpless woman in the spring..hey girls stay otta the woods, I heard Smitty is an animal. Karen
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posted by MagdaKnecht
Wolf
Wolf, you were free, you were hunting in the sun.
Long before man arrived, we were brothers side by side.
In the days of the arrow, in the days of the bow.
In the days of the spirit, not too long ago...
Wolf, you were seen, by the fathers of our dream
And the hunt you engaged was the blueprint for our age.
Then we learned and we burned with desire to know more
In the dawn that was a man's, they hunted o'er the plains.
Still the wolf pack set the pace, when the fire was just a flame...
As plow turn the plains, we ranch on the range.
The bisons are gone now, the wolf pack remain.
In search of the killers of our sheep and out cattle herds,
The stockmen were helpless, they request our aid.
Defending the rangelands, are we in our roles,
To kill thousands of bountiful wolves is our goal.
Wolf, where are you in the lower forty eight?
Once you ran through the woods of the eastern seabound states!
Now you're gone from the woods, from the mountains, from the plains;
They are filled with the still of the vanishing frontier,
They are broken by the blade, tilling all we once held dear...
So load on your planes, get a permit for game
We'll sweep o'er the tundra, and muskeg terrain.
In search of the killers of our moose and our caribou
And all that are helpless, the weak and the lame.
Protecting the wild, are we in our roles,
blasting those bountiful wolves down below.
Wolf, you were free, you were hunting in the sun.
Long before man arrived, you were nature, you were young,
Then we came, and survived, we were brothers side by side
In the days of the arrow, in the days of the bow.
In the days of the spirit, not too long a time ago...
In the days of the arrow, in the days of the bow.
In the days of the spirit, not too long a time ago...
When the memory of brotherhood between humans and wolves is revived and nurtured the healing process can begin.
Onye ... I have spoken.
John Gladstone (Blackfoot)
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posted by Brightspirit
Karen
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posted by GoldenLeaves
Your work with the pen and ink are incredible. Love the wolf !
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