Wolf Poems

Hear the Wolf howl of delight, under the pale moon lite.See the amber glow in the dark of the nite.Hear the pack, brothers and sisters, sing in pure delight as the nite comes, as the nite comes.Under the moon and under the stars they run, pure freedom, pure love, pure alive.

 The feel of fresh air blowing the fur, the feel of the known path under paw.Amber eyes close and familiar scents abound.The pack runs thru the dark of nite, close knit, bonded.See the scurry, sense the fear, prey comes quick, the hunt begins.

 Amber eyes glow from the darkness, breath steams in the moonlite.Slowly he steps from the dark, darker than nite, the wolf comes.Black shaggey fur wind swept and shiney.A scar crossing his eye from days long past.He wears his age well this master of the nite.Up the path he trots, up to his wind swept clifftop he goes.Looking down over wood and valle He has known for many a year.He lifts his massive black fured head and howls long and eerily into the nite, His long beautiful song.

 Beneath the star lite sky, under the crescent moon, a shadow moves darker than the nite herself.Amber eyes aglow as he trots down the path.The wind caressing and blowing his fur.He is master of the nite and Lord of the deep wood.He is the Spirit of mountain and forest.He comes as a shadow in the nite.

The thunder crashes and the lightening flashes heavy rains fall and the Earth is cleansed.Out of the storm the amber eyes blaze as the rain lessens, the clouds slip away.

 As the cool mountain air brings on the nite.Amber eyes shine in the darkening eve.Black of coat,scar running down over his left eye.He has seen much in the passage of time.He trots from his cave high within his mountain fortress.Looking down from clifftop he surveys the valleys and woods below.Raising his massive black shaggy head he howls long and eerily into the darkening nite for all to hear.Letting all his brothers and sisters know He is Here he has awakened
 To hear their howl amongst the wood is pure music to the ear.The pad of the foot,the puff of breath in the cold nite air.They are the elusive shadows that rule the wild places.They guard  the mountain and wood,watching,listening,singing into the nite.They are the true Spirit of the wild and their call needs to be heard far and near.
 The time of the Fullmoon,time of the Wolf Banes bloom.The howl in the still of the nite.The, fog concealing all, the amber eyes aglow, the pad of paw, the puff of breath.Silent shadows of the nite, slipping thru the shades of the fog.Eyes aglow, ears alert, noses sensing all.They move as one slipping thru the nite.Brothers and sisters all, pack united unto death.

Grounding and wearing Moccasins

Feel the Earth under your feet, feel the heart beat of Mother Earth.Wearing traditonal moccasins is far better on the feet and posture than anything man made.The bufalo sole allows your feet and toes to do the work they were meant to do and keeps your body in line true.

Traditional moccains were and are made not to just protect the feet but also to keep you connected to Mother Earth. Do not forget where you come from, because it is there where you will return.

Moccasins, elk and deer or even moose an buffalo hide are used in the uppers and good quality buffalo soles and are made to mold to the foot without socks and mold to the foot.They go far back in History and keep you grounded as well as protect the foot.And traditionaly made far better than anything made in factories or store bought.

Keep yourself grounded and alot more comfortable in traditionally made moccasins .

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Better Days

Since the sale wasgoing no where despite all the marketing and people saying they love our hand made, no one was placing an order with only a day left of the sale.

So we decided to take a beautiful nature walk and what a walk it was.Got away from the house and out into the glory that is mother nature.The trees, sounds of the river as it rushed past in the heat of the day.The birds singing and just enjoying the nature all around.Helps make you forget when your trying to run a sale and its going no where.

Being out in nature helps to relax andf bring back into focus and balance when stress becomes to much.Today was a beautiful day for a good nature walk and good for relaxing and getting the head back into gear.


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Hand made

I have to say it is a passion when you do what you love, its not work.I hand make all my leather craft and have been doing so for over twenty yrs and I love it.People think they have to run out to the store for everything they need in daily life.They are so used to instant that they forget there are many hand crafters out there that would love to make something and put their heart and soul into it.

People making their goods not just for sale but for their daily use are the true crafters, those of us not only making it to put out there but using it day to day.Moccasins,bags,clothing and yes jewlery is hand made for use not to just be taken out for one day only.That is as long as it isnt something that was made for a specific purpose.Then that is understandable, but hand made is far better than anything I have seen store and factory made.Leather is the original clothing and lasts a long time and is easy to fix and keep going.

The stores are fast out numbering us hand crafters but we will always keep doing what we love and making what we make for others and ourselves. Remeber that when you see something you'd like to get and just remember there is prob someone out there that makes it or knows who does.And check out your local crafters when you find them, they are always willing to help.

We live off what we make most of us so remember that hand made is just as good as store made.

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Amber eyes gaze down from wind swept cliff face.Over a valley and wood known well, every trail, well worn every tree and watering hole.He gazes out watching over His domain.His black fur whips in the wind as He listens and watches over.He is Wolf, the nite is His and He relishing in the freedom that is His by rite.He raises His shaggy black head and lets out a long and eery song into the nite, His song.Letting all know He rules here, the Land of the Wolf.

Dark of nite

As the nite awakens and the moon shines in the nite.The smells and sounds of the nite come alive.The rich smell of the earth after rain,the green of the leaves and pine.Ahhhh the nite smells clean after shakinf off the sleep of day.Amber eyes burn into the nite.Trail feels good on paws adept to the feel of everything under foot.The snap of twig and the slap of leaf as He trots the trails worn and known well.A quick stop for a sipat the fast clear running creek, ears keen to any sound.Bounding up the hill He gazes out over hill and vall that He has known all His life.Gazing up at the beautiful moon, He lifts His massive black head and howls long and eerily into the nite.Letting all know He rules here, He rules the nite.

New moonshines down its eery glow as the land turns green and lush.His amber eyes glow within the nite as he shakes off the sleep of day.Ears perk to each new sound as His nose sniffs the beautiful nite air.He trots out upon His clifftop looking out over the valley He knows well and calls home.He raises His massive black head and a long eery howl splits the nite.Calling out for all to hear, He is master here, He rules the nite.Let the hunt begin this nite.