My voice is weak whenere I speak,
My words don’t have much clout;
But it won’t do to talk with you
If all I do is shout.
So I’ll converse with you in verse,
I’ll be quite erudite;
I’ll take the time to talk in rhyme
And trust it comes out right.
For if I can use lines that scan
Instead of common prose,
I hope maybe you come to see
The feelings I expose.
I’ll try to say it in a way
That makes it clear and true;
You ease the strife of this cruel life,
A precious friend are you.
So when we walk, just let me talk,
I feel secure with you,
And when I see you gaze at me,
No other dog will do!
Don Mulford
Sometimes, I wish that I were Sam
So I could hear how great I am
If I could be Sam for a day
I'd get to go outside and play
Pop would then throw me a ball
I'd run catch it, then he'd call
Me back to him for a treat
Like-all the ice cream I could eat
Sometimes, I'd crawl up on his lap
And lie there while we take a nap
He'd feed me goodies from his plate.
He'd treat me like his own soul-mate.
He'd scratch my head behind my ear
And pat me on my furry rear
At night, I'd jump up on his bed
Cause I'd be his dear Samoyed.
Dorothy Costello
Oh Ginger, Oh Ginger, you mean so much,
How devoted you seem to be,
With that silky hair I love to touch,
You mean so much to me.
When I get home, you are always there,
Waiting eagerly at the door,
If I am late, you never care,
Where some wives would get sore.
You listen to every word I say,
You would never interrupt.
And you're there for me when I want to play,
You're as playful as a pup.
Your beauty makes me proud too,
Who could ask for more,
Than to have a Sheltie dog like you,
Greet me at the door.
Chuck Sullivan
One day when I was feeling down
I thought it might be wise
To view the puppies at the pound
And look 'em in the eyes.
The city pound shared space with the
Humane Society.
I carried in that place with me
A sense of piety.
I thought the "savior" would be me
When I went to the pound.
I didn't know that it would be
The other way around.
So many dogs there on display --
My mind was so befuddled,
And then I glanced to where you lay
In one small corner huddled.
I stopped before your cage and knelt
To take a closer look.
Your melancholy made me melt . . .
You shivered and you shook.
I thought you surely must be sick.
My head said, "Don't be fooled."
You gently gave my hand a lick . . .
My head was overruled!
Yes, love works in mysterious ways
Completely unexpected.
The moment you returned my gaze
We instantly connected.
I got you home and cleaned you up
And, for a solid week,
You didn't make a sound, my pup,
But volumes did you speak.
I'll never know the full extent
That you had loved and lost,
But in your new environment
You didn't count the cost.
For whether I was sitting, standing,
Kneeling on the floor --
You stuck to me like glue, demanding
Love and nothing more.
Your spirit soared, you soon became
A playful streak of white.
With total confidence you reign
(As long as I'm in sight.)
They say a dog defines a spot
One didn't know was void
And, for the wonder you have wrought,
The word is "overjoyed!"
Oh, I'd had other dogs before
But never one like you.
I couldn't know what lay in store
The day of your "rescue."
Now from that day and ever since,
My canine counterpart,
You've left a trail of Daisy Prints
Emblazoned on my heart!
Mary Sullivan