Keowee Collie Poem
Keowee Collies
by Nancy Reid
Where the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness,
Where our collies play,
In the forest and the meadows,
Joyously each day.
Where the waterfalls are misting,
Where the lakes are still,
Here our collies love to wander,
In every glen and hill.
But when the day has ended.
And dark begins to fall.
Over the Blue Ridge Mountains,
It only takes one call.
Our collies come in one by one,
They pile up on the floor.
And rest their heads upon our knees,
For night has come once more.
One look at those expressive eyes,
Your heart is sure to feel,
Such love and loyalty are rare,
Your collie’s love is real.
A tapestry of color,
Of sable, tri and blue.
Of glistening white,
That gleams so bright,
And gold of every hue.
🐾 POEM OF A DOG
I'm the one who's always waiting for you.
Your car has a special sound that I have imprinted on my senses,
I can recognize it in a thousand.
Your steps have a magic bell.
Your voice is music to my ears.
If I see your joy, it makes me happy!
Your scent is the best.
Your presence moves my senses.
Your waking up wakes me up.
I contemplate you sleeping and for me you are my God,
I am happy watching your sleep.
Your look is a ray of light.
Your hands upon me, hold the lightness of peace and the sublime
display of infinite love.
When you leave, I feel a huge void in my heart.
I keep waiting for you again and again.
I am the one who will wait for you all your life today, tomorrow and forever:
I am your dog.
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