The Legend of Little Elk and Silver Wolf
 
Little Elk, the youngest son of Mountain Chief
would run through the woods with the abandon
of a thirsty antelope trying to reach the creek
and he wouldn't return home 'til the setting sun

One day, crawling across some craggy rocks
He thought he heard a little dog whimpering
Following the sound, a tiny wolf pup was found
How could he know this was just the beginning

He had to beg his father to allow him to keep it
Full blooded wolves couldn't be trained, he said
Still Little Elk persisted and his father gave in
but if he turned rabid, he would shoot him dead

The young boy named the little wolf, Silver Wolf
because his color was that of the silvery moon
and as Silver Wolf grew into a formidable brute
the tribe members figured he'd be leaving soon

As fate would have it, nope, he did not leave
Silver Wolf and Little Elk became inseperable
They ran through forest and meadows green
sharing a bond unique, incomprehensible

Many moons passed, Little Elk, now a warrior
helped protect his family and their native land
His blood ran cold at the sight of any white men
Against them, the entire tribal nation took stand

While campfires smoldered, most were asleep
Silver Wolf nudged Little Elk's arm to alarm him
The ground shook from approaching horses
ridden by, at least, a hundred U.S. Calvary men

Silver Wolf and Little Elk, no time to waste
Side by side, with voices lifted to the sky
they howled with everything within them
One thousand wolves answered their cries

In one huge pack, the wolves charged so fast
spooking the soldier's horses, turning them back
As legend would have it, time and time again
the wolf pack had dissuaded many attacks

Time elapsed, and Silver Wolf grew long in tooth
Little Elk saw a sadness in his eyes, no longer bright
He said 'c'mon boy, let's go for a run in the woods'
But he couldn't and passed away, silently in the night

To honor his best friend, Little Elk took his name
He became Silver Wolf and Chief of the Blackfoot band
Passed down, it's been said, 'their spirits run every day
through forest and meadows green of this beautiful land'

~~~


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By Adele Kaye

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