One for the Kerries

               It's a training break-thru you can see
              My Kerry knows the words "watch me"
               Her eyes they never break from mine
               Sends shivers up and down my spine.
                We're ready, sure, to do our thing
              With a confident step we enter the ring.
                From start to finish with not one sit
                  She says I never taught her it.
               On the recall she came in like a shot
                Hit me so hard I could barely talk.
                With Irish eyes just filled with glee
               I knew she was laughing right at me.
               Chalk another up for the Kerries today
                That's another leg that got away.
                                              By Bev Hurst

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The Dog from County Kerry

                  The dog from County Kerry,
                   The tousled tyke and grey,
                  See how he meets the merry
                   And tires them all at play.
                Yet though he's raced and tumbled
                   With many a motley crew,
                 The proudest shall be humbled
                   That slight a Kerry Blue.
                   His fathers lived by battle,
                 Where crags and lakes and bogs
                 And glens of small black cattle
                 Had worked for small grey dogs.
               Shrill Poms he'll scorn with kindness
                  Gruff Airedales they shall rue
                 The day when in their blindness
                  They roused the Kerry Blue.
                  Dark eyes afire for slaughter,
                   White teeth to hold and kill
                   Great otters by the water,
                    Big badgers by the hill.
                  The gamest eighteen inches
                  That ever gripped and slew -
                  Wise is the foe that flinches,
                   That flees the Kerry Blue.
                 Ah! pup that came from Kerry,
                    Unfriended and unfed,
                  To maul my boots and bury
                  Your beef bones in my bed.
                  You dream of Munster gorses
               But, (here your heart shines through)
                   You let my tame resources
                    Content a Kerry Blue.
                                            Author unknown

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