So I admit, I always wanted someone to come along and write
my blog for me. Now I can do nothing but lie around, like my own dogs,
slobbering on the carpet, awaiting dinner, trying to avoid going outside… Oh,
wait, I already do that. Thanks to New Zealand's Amanda Edwards for the use of
this beautiful poem. Visit her at her website. http://wwwjustwritewithmandy.blogspot.co.nz/
the dog carried in his mouth
a rubber ring
an awkward thing
but that was not the strangest sight
his faithful eyes were milky white
“How can he find the ring?” I asked
And his master softly laughed
“I make sure he knows,” he said
bent down to point his blind dog’s head
toward the way that he would throw
a rubber ring
an awkward thing
but that was not the strangest sight
his faithful eyes were milky white
“How can he find the ring?” I asked
And his master softly laughed
“I make sure he knows,” he said
bent down to point his blind dog’s head
toward the way that he would throw
and with tail wagging off he sped
the ring jostled by his side
then tumbled to the ground to hide
at first the dog walked round and round
sniffed and sniffed ‘til it was found
then headed off in joyful glee
you would not know he could not see
back eventually he came
sat back down – “more … more … the same”
every muscle was a quiver
he knew his master would deliver
And I?
I cried inside as I stood there
watching this devoted pair
For love that binds a man with dog
is surely love that comes from God.
Mandy Edwards 2013 ©
sat back down – “more … more … the same”
every muscle was a quiver
he knew his master would deliver
And I?
I cried inside as I stood there
watching this devoted pair
For love that binds a man with dog
is surely love that comes from God.
Mandy Edwards 2013 ©
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