- A Piper's Tale
A PIPER'S TALE
No-one knows where I came from,
Or how long I had been 'on the road'.
I was skin and bone, with a matted coat,
And as wild as the North wind blows.
While 'doing time' a visitor arrived,
Along with some more Scottie dogs.
She stroked my head, looked into my eyes,
And told me that she would be back.
I served my time - no-one came for me,
Who knew what the future held?
But she did come back, to take me away,
To my new forever home.
Now I'm transformed into a real Scottie dog,
And Piper is my name.
I've put on weight, re-grown my coat,
And am learning to trust again.
I've settled down in my nice new home;
I'm gentle, loving and kind.
And I am oh so thankful,
That I was 'saved' in time. - For Dudley
- I Wonder
I WONDER!
Hamish was a Scottie dog, a grand wee lad was he; He wore his kilt so proudly, and was loved by all those he did see. When he was barely 10 months old, he was joined by another wee Scot; An 8 week old puppy called Angus - of each other they made such a fuss. The two of them were inseparable - becoming the best of friends; And when I sat down in the armchair, a head on each foot did descend. When they were 5 and 6 years old, Jamie arrived on the scene - They welcomed him with lots of licks, and shared with him their toys; And showed him how to play those games that are enjoyed by "tartan boys"; Digging holes in the flower beds, chasing rabbits across the fields; "Catch the ball" in the garden - Oh, how they enthused over these. Angus we had for 10 happy years - Hamish a few months more; When dawned those sad days in our lives, and they were with us no more. Brock has now joined Jamie, and together they have lots of fun; But I WONDER if in Jamie's mind fond memories linger on!
- On Being Rescued by Kim
ON BEING RESCUED by KIM
Eyes haunted with fear, and painfully thin, The sanctuary had kindly taken me in. Not too far away, a new home I found, Where dogs, a pot-bellied pig and rabbits abound. They told me they loved me, and would always care, And not only that, they would always be there. As time passed by, and I began to trust, A bewhiskered, wet nose into their hands I would thrust. I have lots of "walkies" every day, And sure enough, I have learned how to play. A bowl full of food on my return, There's not much more for a dog to yearn. A caring vet when things go wrong, Just what more could a loved girl want. A warm bed at night to have "doggie dreams", That's what a good life really means.
Marion Kimberley-Scott has a great and lasting love for all animals and holds a particular fondness for Scottish Terriers and donkeys. Marion does not see herself as a budding poet or as an artist but simply prefers to put her thoughts to paper whenever the mood takes her. Most of the time her poems reflect her very personal feelings which may include a hint of sadness or the joy for a new found friend. © Marion Kimberley-Scott 2009
Marion