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Poems

  • To my dearest friend.

    I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
    I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
    I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
    "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

    I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
    You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
    I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
    I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

    I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
    I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
    I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
    I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."

    You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
    I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
    It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
    To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
    You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
    in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

    The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
    and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
    And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
    I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
    I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
    Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to me.

    By
    "Missing You"

  • Show Day

    I'm a German Shepherd puppy,
    Just starting my career.
    I find it very funny,
    The things I see and hear.

    The rings are just gigantic,
    As far as I can see.
    I get to run my fastest,
    At speeds over 103.

    I often look behind me,
    My handler is tiring fast.
    Sometimes it looks doubtful,
    If the poor soul will last.

    It must be hard for handlers,
    To run at such a pace.
    I find it very funny,
    To see their red face.

    The judge has now said halt,
    Darn good thing I think.
    My handler is getting sweaty,
    He's giving off a stink!

    Oh no, here comes the awful part
    What I go through to be a star.
    Hey wait just a minute,
    My legs don't stretch that far.

    My handler grabs my mouth,
    Yanks it open for all to see.
    The judge is counting teeth,
    Didn't nobody ask me!

    Oh look, I see my Mom,
    She's jumping up and down.
    The judge looked at Mom,
    With a very horrible frown.

    Now we're running round again,
    The judge has yelled slow.
    My Mom called my name,
    But now where did she go.

    I run my little heart out,
    Every time I hear my name.
    But every time I get there,
    She's gone and moved again.

    The judge has made his choices.
    Hurray, he pointed to me.
    Can I please have my rosette,
    I have to go out and pee.

    The show is now all over.
    I really did my best.
    My handler is going home, he said,
    He really needs a rest.

    The rosette is on the mantle.
    My head's on Mom's lap
    I know I made her happy to-day,
    Now I'm going to take a nap.

  • The Retired Show Dog

    He sits to the side, out of the way while others beg head rubs, or force you to play.
    His dark liquid eyes watch your every move hoping and waiting, his love to prove.
    He was shown many times, a promising pup And he just got better as he grew up.
    A picture of health, robust and strong, his gait and top line, never went wrong.
    But his prime has passed, and he seems to know, that he'll never again be put in a show.
    He eats, he sleeps, not much more than that, and maybe he's getting a little too fat.
    He loves to be brushed, when you have the time, He waits for his turn at the end of the line.
    You think of him, sure, but not nearly as much As those promising pups, that new special and such.
    So he sits and he waits, til you have the time, To make the same fuss as you did in his prime.
    A scrap of affection, or playful shove, to him it means everything, to him it means LOVE!

  • The German Shepherd Dog

    I am a canine of noble birth
    A German Shepherd Dog - courageous, alert
    I protect my master to earn my keep
    In grassy fields I guard his sheep
    I've heard it often said
    "no finer dog has yet been bred"
    The times have changed, a new day's dawned
    Alas, I find myself in a foreign land

    I am a canine of noble birth
    I protect no man, I guard no herd;
    Stripped of my birth right
    I carry on A lonely vigil for times long gone
    When I learned how to treat a lamb
    Or how to control a powerful ram
    When I had to chase the wolves from their pray
    to keep the flock calm, and from going astray
    When I was taught how to stand my ground
    to defend my master, when troubles abound
    There was no limit to what I could do
    My courage and loyalty saw my through
    Now, I am told I was bred for "show"
    DO I deserve to be dropped this low?
    In the canine world I am the King
    I do not care for the dog show ring
    It bores me til the day I die
    Why can I no longer do my part
    And serve mankind with all my heart?
    My heritage demands of me to be what I was born to be
    Return my birth right that once was mine

    A CHANCE TO LAY MY LIFE ON THE LINE

  • The Spirit of a German Shepherd Dog
    I was standing on a hillside
    In a field of blowing wheat
    And the spirit of a German Shepherd
    Was lying at my feet.
    He looked at me with kind dark eyes
    An ancient wisdom shining through
    And in the essence of his being
    I saw love there too.

    His mind did lock upon my heart
    As I stood there on that day
    And he told me of this story
    About a place so far away.

    I stood upon that hillside
    In a field of blowing wheat
    And in a twinkling of a second
    His spirit left my feet.

    His tale did put my heart at ease
    My fears did fade away
    About what lay ahead of me
    On another distant day.

    "I live among God's creatures now
    In the heavens of your mind
    So do not grieve for me, my friend
    As I am with my kind.

    My collar is a rainbow's hue
    My leash a shooting star
    My boundaries are the Milky Way
    Where I sparkle from afar.

    There are no pens or kennels here
    For I am not confined
    But free to roam God's heavens
    Among my Shepherd kind.

    I nap the day on a snowy cloud
    Gentle breezes rocking me
    And dream the dreams of earthlings
    And how it used to be.

    The trees are full of liver treats
    And tennis balls abound
    And Milk bones line the walkways
    Just waiting to be found.

    There even is a ring set up
    The grass all lush and green
    And everyone who gaits around
    Becomes the Best of Breed.

    For we're all winners in this place
    We have no faults, you see
    And God passes out those ribbons
    To each one, even me.

    I drink from waters laced with gold
    My world a beauty to behold
    And wise old dogs do form my pride
    To amble at my very side.

    At night I sleep in an angel's arms
    Her wings protecting me
    And moonbeams dance about us
    As stardust falls on thee.

    So when your life on earth is spent
    And you stand at Heaven's gate
    Have no fear of loneliness
    For here, you know I wait."

  • The German Shepherd Dog

    The stately German Shepherd-
    Protective, bold and smart,
    Looked into my eyes one day
    And quickly stole my heart.
    Courageous and endearing,
    A favourite of its breed,
    So proud and yet so loving,
    A steadfast friend indeed.
    Caring disposition,
    Faithful to the core-
    If you have a Shepherd’s love,
    You cannot want for more.

  • Just a Dog

    From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance travelled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

    Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

    Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

    If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise." "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

    Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

    "Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

    I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human." So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile, because they "just don't understand."

    by Richard A. Biby

  • A Tribute To My Shadow, A GSD

    Dear friend, you know as time goes by
    your memory still draws nigh
    I feel the whisper of your touch,
    sometimes I hear you sigh.
    I feel the cold-wet of your nose
    as you brush against my hand
    to let me know, however small,
    I'm a part of that plan.
    Your spirit, it still dwells in me
    here on this little star,
    although you've followed the rainbow
    you haven't gone that far.

    You're now above the thunder,
    the lightning, the rain.
    I believe I see you smiling,
    you're happy once again.
    As there you wait so patiently
    beside that special gate
    your body whole and healthy
    noble head aloft - so high with state.
    Anticipating every form you see,
    albeit far away,
    to be the one you left behind,
    could it be her -- this very day?

    Dear friend, just know you're missed
    but only for a time
    each memory that you gave to me,
    comes quickly to my mind,
    I thank you for your fearless love
    to keep me from harm's way.
    Each rainbow that I see
    will remind me of that day
    for at the end of that spectrum,
    what's waiting there for me,
    is a "loyal" friend I'll never forget
    a beautiful GSD.

    By, C. Ruth Beall

  • Lend Me a Pup

    I will lend to you for awhile, a German Shepherd pup, God said,
    For you to love him while he lives and mourn for him when he's dead.
    Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three
    But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me.

    He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief
    You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
    I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return
    But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.

    I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
    And from the folk that crowd's life's land I have chosen you.
    Now will you give him all your love Nor think the labour vain,
    Nor hate me when I come to take my Shepherd back again.

    I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"
    For all the joys this Shepherd will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
    We'll shelter him with tenderness we'll love him while we may
    And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.

    But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned,
    We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
    If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve
    In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve,
    When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
    We'll have yet another German Shepherd and love him all his life.

  • Lend Me a Pup

    I will lend to you for awhile, a German Shepherd pup, God said,
    For you to love him while he lives and mourn for him when he's dead.
    Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three
    But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me.

    He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief
    You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
    I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return
    But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.

    I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
    And from the folk that crowd's life's land I have chosen you.
    Now will you give him all your love Nor think the labour vain,
    Nor hate me when I come to take my Shepherd back again.

    I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"
    For all the joys this Shepherd will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
    We'll shelter him with tenderness we'll love him while we may
    And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.

    But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned,
    We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
    If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve
    In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve,
    When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
    We'll have yet another German Shepherd and love him all his life.