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Two Wolves

When I was just a little boy He said there’s two Wolves inside of him
Much to my delight Both fighting hard to win
I’ll always remember Grandpa’s stories One Wolf is mean and evil
Round the campfire late at night Full of hatred and greed, and sin

He’d tell us bout the old days The other wolf stood for honor
And the way things used to be Kindness, truth and love
Bout his life out on the range All the things we hold dear
And the sights he used to see With guidance from above

He said two wolves are in all of us
As the firelight danced its amber glow
When the sun was going down That includes both you and me
The moon on high in the western sky Each Wolf fighting for their cause
Round the campfire, miles from town. It’s not so hard to see

But I'll never forget this one Well, I thought about his story
I know this story’s true Then with a big Ol’ Grin
“Two Wolves” he called it proudly I looked at Grandpa straight away
I’ll share this tale with you And ask which one will win?

His voice was calm and quiet, He paused for just a moment
Like a whisper in the wind His advice I’ll always heed
He spoke of Wolves in the mountains He said the answer’s simple Son
And the Wolves we had within It’s the one you feed

by Ron Brinegar (c) 2003 Arizona Cowboy Poet