Need your help? I am researching and compiling poems about pets / especially Dogs!
Such as: "The Power of the Dog" - Rudyard Kipling
"Rags" - Edmund Vance Cooke
"I Think I know No Finer Things Than Dogs" -Hally Carrington Brent
I have these, but; know there are so many good ones I'm missing!
If you can think of one of your favorites , please email it to me.
It's not about a pet but I think it's a great poem. This is from memory, so you would need to check that it is completely correct.
'Lean Dog' by Irene McLeod.
I'm a lean dog, a keen dog a wild dog and lone
I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own.
I'm a sad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep.
I love to sit and bay the moon to keep fat souls from sleep.
I'll never be a lap dog licking dirty feet.
A meek dog, a sleek dog, cringing for my meat.
Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,
But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick and hate.
Not for me the other dogs running by my side.
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.
Oh mine is still the hard road, the lone road, the best,
With wide winds and wild stars, the hunger of the quest.
Thank you Ann: How about this one!
THE CURATE THINKS YOU HAVE NO SOUL
The curate thinks you have no soul;
I know that he has none. But you,
Dear friend, whose solemn self-control.
In our foursquare familiar pew,
Was pattern to my youth--Whose bark
Called me in summers dawns to rove--
Have you gone down into the dark
Where none is welcome--none may love?
I will not think those good brown eyes
Have spent their life of truth so soon;
But in some canine paradise
Your wraith, I know ,rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and hill,
Seeking his master...As for me,
This prayer at least the gods fulfill:
That when I pass the flood and see
Old Charon by the Stygian coast
Take toll of all shades who land,
Your little, faithful, barking ghost
May leap to lick my phantom hand.
Do you know one better than this?
I don't know if this is the kind of thing you're looking for, but I always found this one heartwarming.
If Christ Had Had a Dog by Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds
I wonder if Christ had a little black dog
All curly and woolly like mine;
With two silky ears, and a nose round and wet,
And eyes brown and tender that shine.
I'm afraid that He hadn't because I have read
How He prayed in the garden alone,
For all of His friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a "stone."
And oh, I am sure that that little black dog,
With a heart so tender and warm,
Would never have left Him to suffer alone,
But, creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked those dear fingers in agony clasped,
And counting all favors but loss,
When they took Him away, would have trotted behind
And followed Him quite to the cross!