She gazes into my eyes
A Deep dark soul
With a glint of gold
Touching my heart
Many years has gone by
Standing at the post
Running as one
She covers for me
Many trials we have gone
She who takes my hand
And holds it while she
Makes me look so good
Her gentle wag of her tail
Lets me know she sees the sheep
And I should keep my mouth shut
While she brings them to my feet
Her lines are straight
The shed so clean and fast
The pen she walks them in
And waits for me to shut the gate
Many years she has carried me
And victories was ours
And I cried tears of joy
And I cried tears of joy
As she did me proud
Now in her older years
She no longer runs
Only in her dreams
She wins yet once again
Now she has taken on a new role
Once again, she takes care of me
As I heal from my wounds
She takes care of me again
She is a nurturing dog
On and off the field
She was sent to me
To learn to live and love
I look at her now next to me
And know in my heart
How greatly I am blessed
To have a dog such as she
Tess, who has taught me much
On the field and off the field
That life is to live and love
And laughter is good for the soul
She is my keeper
She is my friend
But mostly of all,
She is the love of my life.
diane pagel 2010
4 comments:
Diane, this made me cry. I have an old German Shepherd who is my tracking dog and this will be her last year I think before retirement. Your poem goes beyond boundaries and I see it apply to my gentle old girl too. Thanks. Donna
You don't know me, I am very new to the herding family and I just wanted to say that I really love reading your blog each and every day. Some day soon I hope that I will have the opportunity to introduce myself to you. I have a 2 year old BC that is slowly and I mean slowly getting hooked on herding. Only time will tell. Keep up the great blog.
What a great poem.
Thanks for sharing it.
Write from your heart and the words will flow..
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