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BEN
A tribute to my Border Collie

In sheepdog trials, your father won, whilst mother worked the sheep;
Together they have gifted you with assets buried deep,
A handsome face, intelligence, agility and speed,
With heart so true and loyal, such a credit to your breed.
Your paw-pads crunching softly on the icy grass
The frost-hung beech hedge in the moonlight basks
The silver light of moon deflecting
Dances in your eyes, reflecting
Such faith in lovely eyes, which, like bright amber, shine
As the coal-black sheen of your coat at brushing time.
Ah! how your handsome features mirror images of night!
With your cloak of darkest charcoal, and your blaze of snowy white.
Yet, what is it that endears you so, that quality so treasured?
That great unspoken attribute, alas, so oft unmeasured,
But loyalty, the priceless gift revered above all other
Which neither time can render mute nor earthly distance smother.
In summer’s careful warmth, ‘midst June’s orchestral sound
We walked and ran together, field and woodland all around,
In pedigree you stand as one of England’s finest breed
Empowered by the instinct so exemplified by deed.
As golden crown of setting sun dropped slowly from the skies
You would sit and tell me stories with your telepathic eyes
No words were ever needed, and none were ever said,
But you always got the message through before you went to bed!
Now destiny and circumstance, those pruning tools of time,
Combined to part us sooner than did any plans of mine;
I grieve that we were miles apart when you were laid to rest
But in my heart you’ll always be just what you were - the best!
As Omar once reminded us, the moving finger writes,
And I look back on our friendship over countless days and nights
It is my hope, it is my prayer, the day we meet again,
We’ll run in those Eternal fields, my faithful, dear old Ben..
Copyright Rod Walford 1999

A: robic
N: ice
I: ntelligent
M: ean
A: ctivity
L: oving

written by sms4645633

I'LL KILL THAT CAT

I woke up at about 11 o'clock,
To my surprise I goy a shock.
The cat had knocked over a vase of flowers,
To clean it up who take me hours.
I didn't have time as I was going out at one,
With my friends to have lots of fun.
I gave that cat a right old telling,
It poohed near the door and the kitchen was smelling.
I ran out of the house with things half done.
I'll kill that cat, I'll by a gun.

I came back after a couple of hours,
To find the cat had climbed the Eiffel Tower.
It was only a model, but it took ages to make.
I was made out of matchsticks and did easily break.
It ran out for a minute and back came a mouse,
The cat chased it all over and littered my house.
She also scratches at the wall paper.
That kill that cat, what a capper.

Written by Nichola Firth
Dedicated to Dusty, My cat.... (Don't worry i love her really.)

THE EAGLE
A Poem by Rod Walford
arrwalford@clear.net.nz

I took my thoughts and gave them to the eagle
She soared into a sky of pale blue;
From sunkissed wings, and talons bright as silver,
She cast them to the wind in search of you.
Then thunderclouds caressed them into raindrops,
That fell, and sparkled softly, like champagne;
So you would know when I was thinking of you,
My thoughts, my tears, would touch you in the rain.
A kind thought, like a smile, is given freely,
And springs from somewhere deep within the soul;
Your thoughts, to me, are more than gold and silver,
They give me hope, and strength, and make me whole.
For kindred spirits, distance has no story,
And time can do no damage to their cause;
From earth’s first dawn until its dying glory,
Their hopes and dreams entwine, as mine and yours.

I SAW A DOG
HE HAD A BIG TICK
HEWAS A HOG
AND HE WAS HARD TO PICK
I TOOK HIM TO HOUSE
THEN WE WENT TO SLEEP
HE WAS CHASING A MOUSE
AND HE NEVER MADE A PEEP.

2 POEM
I SAW A FAT CAT
HE JUST ATE MY HAT
HE SAT ON MY LAP
HE HERT MY BACK

3 POEM
OH SO SWEET
ITS A TREAT
ALL THE PRESENTS
ITS A PLESENT

ANTHONY PHILLIPS E-MAIL SKRabine@att.net

SPIDER IN THE BATH

There's a spider in the bath,
My mum is scared, that makes me laugh.
My silly mum screams off her head.
And runs away, to hide in bed.
There's really nothing to shout about,
The spider in the bath only wants to get out.

Nichola Firth

Big fat cat
Enormous belly
Lovable
Leg less at first sight
Yells at me when hes hungry

Thats my cat belly he sweet and loveable

BaBoomb32@aol.com

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