<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366948" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Arctic Wanderer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The arctic wastelands numb the bones<br>And wolves aren't yet immune, <br>Upon the winds you'll hear their groans<br>And moans that won't end soon...<br>For arctic wastelands test the souls<br>Of all who wander near, <br>As if to find out what controls<br>Their every thought and fear...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The arctic winds feel no remorse<br>As they go howling by, <br>They simply blow, maintain their course, <br>While all God's creatures sigh...<br>The wolf must wander like the wind<br>Along some unknown path, <br>For come the day he's left behind, <br>They'll write his epitaph...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now, he lives, to face the storm, <br>To battle through each hour...<br>Remembering he once was warm, <br>But now he's feeling sour...<br>So woe betide whatever's found<br>That he can eat today! <br>His heart's turned cold, just like the ground<br>That hides what he calls prey...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Arctic Wanderer'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366948" data-title="Arctic Wanderer de Denis Martindale" data-description="The arctic wastelands numb the bones And wolves aren't yet immune, Upon the winds you'll hear their groans And moans that won't end soon... For arctic wastelands test the souls Of all who wander near, As if to find out what controls Their every ..."></div> </div> </div>

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