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Dogmama's Poetry

Updated on November 6, 2016
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Judy worked in insurance for many years before discovering how much she liked writing short stories on HubPages. Loves Rhodesian Rdgbks.

Don't Lie So Still

Chocolate Drop, don't lie so still.
I fear to go to wake you will
Reveal that you have slipped away
To The Rainbow Bridge today.
I am not ready to let you go!
Stay here tho the swift creek flow
Is calling you away from me.
These past 15 years, you see,
Are not enough to have you with me.
So Tsin'tia, don't go away.
Please stay with me one more day.

Judy White Ward

Copyright ©2007 Judy White Ward

In The Mill

In The Mill

She was bouncy, happy, and so gay

When she went to her new home that day.

She never had known suffering or pain

She'd never be that innocent again.

First they put her in a small cage

Then they fed her too little each day.

When her first heat came around

With a boy they put her on the ground.

Two months later and twice each year

The puppies came. She began to fear

That once so free, her life will

Come to naught in that puppy mill.

One day they took her out of her cage

But she was too badly used to rage.

To the Auction, in a nearby town

They took her with the others too run down

To keep producing the Cash Crop

Of puppies, year after year with no stop.

She didn’t know but there were some

Who had come to save her with collected funds.

They paid her price and took her away

From that horrid existence she suffered each day.

They cleaned her up, and she was fed

And then she slept on a clean bed.

No more wire to cut her pads,

She could run on the ground with two young lads.

Her remaining years she would spend

With a loving family, on carpet, in the den.

© Judy Ward 2/25/2008


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      Judy Ward 7 years ago from Hutto, TX

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    For Quanah and CJ

    Big dumb-blonde boy dogs

    Galumphing through life

    With your tails in the air

    And your ears all afly,

    Did you chase the cats?

    Did you hide the ball?

    Did you knock over the table

    When you ran to the hall?

    Hey! Where's that chicken

    I had here in the sink?

    Maybe you're not quite

    As dumb as we think!

    (c) Judy Ward 2009


    There she lies,

    My chocolate one,

    All warm and toasty

    In the sun.

    Puppy days of run and play

    Have quietly, slowly

    Slipped away.

    Now at night

    Close by she bides

    Tucked up closely

    By my side,

    She runs in dreams

    Of chasing rabbits

    Over cool, clear streams.

    (c) Judy Ward 1996 Revised 2009

    First appeared in the June 1996 (or '97) DogFancy

    Krueger III

    Krueger III

    Our sweet boy went out to play

    But did not come home that day.

    A careless person in a car

    Has sent him away, too far.

    We will never see him more.

    He will not bark at the door.

    He won’t bark to be let out,

    Or come back in at a shout.

    He won’t snuggle by his dad’s side

    Or by the window quietly bide

    Waiting for his dad’s return.

    Now tears in our eyes burn

    And it is with sorrow that we look

    Upon the memories in his book.

    He was smart and quick to learn.             

    At his dad’s voice he would turn,

    Looking back as if to say

    “I’m coming Dad, just let me play.”

    Yes, he went outside that day

    And to the Bridge he found his way.      

    Julou’s Krueger III by Ruvanda

    7/13/2007 – 1/01/2010

    Judy Ward 1/17/2010

    But I Never Did

    When I was little, my toes were in the sand,

    my hands were in the mud

    and my voice soared with butterflies.

    As I grew, my sounds took form

    and became words with tunes.

    I added to my repertoire and learned.

    Soon my voice wanted more room.

    It soared with birds, swam with fish.

    It longed to be in a vast hall

    Ringing out with conviction and emotion.

    It wanted to paint pictures in minds.

    I thought I would sing for all the world to hear.

    But I never did.

    I could have sung in school choirs,

    Could have sung out more in church.

    But I never did.

    My song wanted to lead parades

    And sing to the cameras and the hidden people,

    But I never did.

    Now my voice is old and weak.

    It can't soar with birds anymore.

    It can barely float with butterflies

    And not long at that.

    I had a gift from God

    who wanted me to use it to his glory,

    But I never did.

    Judy Ward (c) 2014

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