heres some poems i shared with my other friends and i thought youall would like them even tho there sad
I see the children in the lane
They look like friends, we'll have a game
They've got a stick, oh boy, what fun
They'll throw it for me and I'll run
But someone stops me,
I wonder why their mother screams "Don't go near those"
Horrid Dogs, come here, come close
They're dangerous-I'll tell you why
They bite little children and they die
All I can do is watch and sigh
Cause now I know that Pit Bull's don't cry
Mum cuddles me up and says "My pet
We love you dearly so don't you fret"
But I love everyone out there
Why can't they love me, I do care
I wish they weren't made to pass me by
I'm a Pit Bull, I don't cry
I sit behind my padlocked gate
From early morn til quite late
When I go out it's on a lead
Is mine the only heart to bleed
I'm held in check as the world goes by
I wish the Pit Bull heart could cry
There are some dogs, and also men
Who cannot tell a foe from a friend
So all of us must bear the blame
Expected to live a life of shame
Condemned, alas and we know not why
All we know is we will not cry!
I wish someone could tell me
What it is that I've done wrong,
Why I have to stay chained up
And left alone so long.
They seemed so glad to have me
When I came here as a pup.
There were so many things we'd do
While I was growing up.
They couldn't wait to train me
As companion and as friend.
They told me they would never fear
Being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me,
Said they'd brush me every day,
They'd play with me and walk me,
If only I could stay.
But now the family hasn't time.
They often say I shed.
They wont allow me in the house,
Not even to be fed.
The children never walk me.
They always say, "Not Now!"
I wish that I could please them.
Won't someone tell me how?
All I have is love, you see,
I wish they would explain,
Why they said they wanted me
Then left me on a chain.
From The Detroit News 2/25/1999
"He left no relatives," they said,
"He didn't have a friend
Who knew about his sorry plight --
Was with him at the end!" . . .
And so they raked the stove fires out,
And closed the old shack door,
For grouchy, crusty old Tom Dare
Would open it no more.
Then each went to his own home-fires,
Forgot the lonely shack,
And not a soul was near to see
An old form stumble back
And crouch, sad-eyed, beside the door,
His bony length stretched flat --
He waited for his master's voice,
His friendly little pat.
Days had been lean for Old Tom Dare,
Not food enough for two --
But Old Tom whispered to his dog,
"I'll share along with you,
Since Jennie went away from us
There's been no one to care --
No one but you to give a thought
For lonely old Tom Dare."
And so the two of them had shared,
If it be feast, or fast,
That morning Rover had a bone --
It was their very last,
And there was nothing left for Tom --
It didn't matter so,
Because he lay upon his bed,
And knew that he must Go.
The careless villagers passed by,
As they were pleasure-bound,
But none of them took time to see
The faithful, hungry hound.
Too tired and true to leave his post,
He stayed there to the End . . .
And folks had said of Old Tom Dare,
"He didn't have a friend!"
The days have passed, but no one stops
Of all that come and go,
Old Rover lies beside the door,
Half-hidden in the snow . . .
I know that Old Tom had a friend,
A loyal friend, because
Today I found Old Rover dead,
The bone between his paws.
Marty Hale, "The Old Spinner
Here is a poem I found:
Twas the night before Christmas and the Shelter is Dark,
The whole place is silent, not even a bark.
The dogs are all locked in their pens for the night,
The staff has gone home and turned out the light.
As I lay my head on the cold concrete floor,
I fondly recall the home I had before.
The family I loved who loved me right back,
We'd share everything from secret to snack.
Things couldn't be better this time last year,
But that has all changed and now I am here.
I won't see the tree, the lights or the snow,
I'm scared and alone, my spirits are low.
The others like me weren't put up for adoption,
A new family and home for us, aren't an option.
We've been locked up in cells, like we were all crooks,
We don't deserve a new home, because of our looks.
Not Deisel, or Bingo, or the young one named Percy,
Deserved to be loved, or shown any mercy.
While families celebrate holiday cheer,
I know in my heart that my end is near.
The vet will arive, the lights will go on.
By the time you awake, we will all be gone.
A stranger will come and take me away, I'll never wake to see another day.
As I close my eyes, I'll shed you a tear,
The fond memories I'll always keep near.
The only thing I've ever asked of Santa Clause,
Is to spot all of these unfair, rediculous laws.
You said without me, your life wasn't full,
So why does it matter that I'm a "pit bull"?
In my dream Santa Clause shouts when he has finnished his deed,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, REGARDLESS OF BREED!"
And another one:
My family brought me home, cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, exspecialy the girls and boys.
The childern loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in their sheets.
I used to go for walks, often sevreal times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.
These are the things I won't forget - cherished memory.
because I now live in the shelter - without my family.
They'd used to laugh and praise me, when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the difference between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.
They said I was out of controll and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't time.
I wish that I could change things. I wish I new my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long, just to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter,
too emabarresed to say why.
They said I caused and allergy, then they eached kissed me good-bye.
If I'd only had some classes, when I was just a pup,
then I would have been a better dog when I was all grown up.
"You only have one day left," I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a seconed chance?
DO I GO HOME TODAY?
Here's a poem, I thought was lovely.
Take one puppy,
roll and play with
until slightly pampered,
then add following ingredients...
1 cup patience...
1 cup understanding...
1 pinch correction...
1 cup hard work...
2 cups praise...
1 1/2 cups fun....
Heat with the warmth
of your heart until raised
or until puppy has
doubled in size.
Mix with owner until
consistency is such
that owner and dog are one.