Students at Lycée Teilhard de Chardin in Paris, France spent the semester learning about wolves and completing a poetry unit. Groups of students wrote poems about wolves, myths, and challenges wolves face on a daily basis. Their poems are displayed below.
Ode to thy great fang
Roaming free and unbothered,
Purest cubs howling at the moon,
Taken away too soon
By Man’s wish, so withered.
Pale spirits of the wild,
Gracious beings full of pride,
Unite a pack through freilness
By Mother Nature’s greatness.
Feared thy great fang’s embrass,
Leaving red spills on white fur.
Man or beast, claws or brass,
Who’s to blame, hunted or hunter?
BouMalhab, Sébastien Chevreau, Clément Courage Pierre
We must protect the wolves
We must preserve
They cry for help
For they no longer serve
They scream for good
They suffer pain
They struggle to survive
How can we weak the heart of man?
SOS, we must act
We must take a stard
How can we save them
Give them care ?
How to protect them ?
We need them
Poème : emma julienne , tsoliné, anne gabrielle, caroline
The wolf and us
Your cry rings out in the dark,
We hear our sirens in the street,
Your steps leave marks where trees stand tall,
While ours are on the building neat,
You run in packs, so wild, so free,
We move in crowds, lost in the flow,
You live with free, pure and true,
We are pulled between your honesty and our hypocrisy,
Tiny paws climb the hill, while we tread the city,
Frost clings to your fur, as rain patters on our umbrellas,
And gaze at us with quiet pity.
Your cries drowned beneath our restless mobs,
Your radiant coat, once a mark of the wild,
Now stained red, lost to the hands of greed.
Wolves Through the Seasons
In winter's cold, through snow and ice,
Wolves with hunting eyes think twice.
They hunt before they run again,
Being hunted by hunter men.
When springtime comes and streams run free,
Wolves cub play under the trees.
But danger waits, they must beware,
Hunter men are everywhere.
In summer's warmth, the wolves unite,
They mate and stay together tight.
Happy and strong, they run and play,
Together as one, both night and day.
In autumn's chill, the leaves fall down,
The wolves move silent through the town.
They stay close, their bond is tight,
Ready for the cold of night.
Adel, Édouard, Simon
The Wolf and the Lost Mind
Going through the forest,
They always know where to go.
Freely pleasing their interest,
Being alone isn’t a sorrow.
Wolves are in the shadows, quiet and free,
Wandering, as swift as the breeze.
The moon guides their path, through its silver light,
A bond with the night, with a wide-open sight.
Human mind is tangled, lost in the mist,
Chasing their thoughts, too many to list.
But the wolves know, with hearts that are sure,
Their instinct will lead them, always pure.
In unity, they roam the land,
A primal force, forever strong and grand.
Clément Lin, Manon Muths, Marie-Ozite Thoi, Celyan Nyary
FREEDOM
The wolf runs far, the wolf runs wild and free,
No chains, no wall can break his destiny.
Under the stars, he sings into the night,
His heart is strong, his eyes are burning bright.
No rules to bind,no borders to obey,
The open sky will always light his way.
Through deep forests, over mountains cold and steep,
He hunts his dreams where endless shadows creep.
The moonlight glows upon his silver name,
His spirit wild, his soul pure.
No force can break his fearless mind,
For freedom calls to all his kind.
And so he runs, without a care,
The untamed king of the north and air.
Camille Lafolet, Raphaël Leconte, Timeo Mateus, Flavio Soares, Rafael Menekse .
The wolve's hater
Under the snow, a white wolf
Quite and gentle
Running and living
In the forest he is the king
The moonlight guides his lonely way
Beneath the stars, he will not stay
The wind caresses his soft fur
The message of an old land
But in the dark, a hunter's sight
Cold in the frozen night
The shot rings out, breaking the night
The white wolf runs, sealing his fate
Assia, Dina, Emmy, Salma, Sara
The flight of the wolf
A white cub played beneath the sky,
Chasing a bird as it flew by.
But lost in flight, he failed to see,
The cliff ahead—his destiny.
His mother ran, her heart so dire,
Yet waters rose in rushing ire.
The dam gave way, the flood unfurled,
And swept him to a distant world.
He woke up in a land unknown,
With trembling steps, he walked alone.
He searched the forest, far and wide,
For traces of his vanished tribe.
A piercing gaze, both fierce and bright,
Met his own in golden light.
A wolf cub led him through the tall,
And to his pack, embraced him all.
In love and warmth, he found his place,
A bond unbroken, full of grace.
For wolves are kind, their hearts run deep,
Their loyalty is one to keep.
They are not lone, but strong and free,
They thrive in packs, in unity.
With silent words and knowing eyes,
They speak of love that never dies.
Inès Ahdjoudj, Coralie Boulanger-Richard, Katell Gaulin