A long time ago, wolves blessed these lands;

Wild in our edgelands, forests and glens;

Ordered for extermination in twelve eighty one;

By 1509 they were entirely gone.

Brutally hunted, their trails cut off;

When all they need is the same as us;

A home for protection to rear their young;

An abundant territory, a place to belong.

I long to see wolves in the wild again;

With beavers and ravens, managing the land;

Working together in Nature as one;

Innately connected, innately strong.

Playful in spirit, sentient devotion;

Intelligent, inquiring, magnificent in motion;

Wolves are no threat, they keep to their own;

We have 38 million acres in England alone.

We lost all our lands to 'owners' unknown;

A travesty unremedied, a harm undisclosed;

Yet, as the Crow flies, this place we call home;

Will be ours again to cherish ...

And wolves again will roam.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf

[Edited on 4 September 2023]