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Poems by Anne Shuttleworth

 

 

 

By Dougsdogs 

This poem is so true because he was my mothers shadow for ten years following her everywhere until he passed away from cancer and is still remembered with great love. This poem is about how he came into our lives.

Shadow

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He looked what he was, an abandoned cur,

Starving, shivering, undersized

A quivering bundle of matted fur

But, oh, the hurt deep in his eyes

 

Left callously in an empty yard

¡®midst all the rubbish lying there!

What makes a human heart so hard

To cast aside without a care?

 

I bent and stroked his shaggy head

And vowed no more the street he¡¯d roam.

Half blinded by the tears I shed,

Safe in my arms I bore him home.

 

 

 

Rainbows Glow

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There are those that declare animals have no souls,
I fear they`ll discover they are scoring own goals.
For there IS a place where all animals go,
Once they are safe in the rainbow`s soft glow.
There are meadows and jungles, deserts and seas
Where all God`s creatures may roam as they please.
They can play in the sunshine or browse in the dusk
And in their Creator they place all their trust,
For He walks among them, caressing them all,
As we may do too, when we answer His call.
We WILL be reunited with beloved lost pets
For the love that we all shared He never forgets.
So we also may wander in the great rainbow`s span
Where the lion lies sleeping close beside the lamb.
Just one of the wonders we will find in that place,
For the rainbow exits-out of time-out of space.
But the peace that on this earth we can never know
Awaits ALL God`s creations in the great rainbow`s glow.

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 Written by

Ann Shuttleworth

 (Dougsdogs Mum)   

                                           

 

Dinosaur 

Where did you come from, great ghost of the morning?

From the mist laden swamp land of history’s dawning?

Where you spawned in the slough and the festering weeds

Where the marsh gases bubbled in blistering beads?

Maybe the volcano took part in your birth

As it poured down it’s lava to fashion this earth,

Which gave you the colour of fire in your eye

And the full throated roar that echoed in the sky.

Did all flee before you- blind slaves to your will

As you opened your jaws to prepare for the kill.

Did you issue your challenge to those who might dare

Cross your path? Did they know to beware?

Did you fight tooth and claw to remain THE supreme

And were you the nightmare invading a dream.?

And how many eons did your lifetime span

Till hunter turned hunted with the coming of man?

 

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Written by

 

Ann Shuttleworth

 (Dougsdogs Mum)

 

 

Once I had a book but the pages were bare,

Awaiting the words only I could put there.

Once I strolled in the dusk down a long leafy lane

Where I breathed in the fragrance left by a soft rain.

Once I sat on a cliff top-below me the sea

And the great gulls were soaring, so wild and so free.

Once I lay in a field amidst tall stalks of corn

While the red poppies opened to greet a new dawn.

Once I stood in the aisle of a church old and grey

Where the echoes of worship still reigned on that day.

Once I walked alone in a tumultuous crowd

And was wrapped in a silence as soft as a cloud.

Once I lived a life overflowing with joy,

So much love and laughter that time could not cloy

Once I had a life that was full of regret

For loss and for sorrows I could not forget.

Once I sought vengeance-and revenge is SO sweet

Or so it is said-why then did I weep?

Once I talked with an angel, close by my side,

Who spoke of the deeds I had hotly denied.

Once I wrote a book-filled almost each page

With this my life from my birth to old age.

A book I’ll keep writing so long as God grants

On this page I’m gardening, tending my plants

And I’m on my knees, potting bulbs in a bowl,

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Written by

 

Ann Shuttleworth

 (Dougsdogs Mum)

Dog of the week

 

 

For Buster the first winner

 of

Uniteddogs Dog Of The Week

 

by

Anne Shuttleworth

 Congratulations, Buster dear,

You can wear your crown with pride.

May your travels cover many a year

Where e’er your friends reside.

Then when your growing old and grey

Don’t let THATget you down!

Even an old dog has his day

Though most don’t wear a crown

 

 

From Juno, Meg and Thor.

KING PIG

 

The Pig went out for a walk one fine day

And met a small hedgehog along the way.

The Pig looked down through the ring in his nose,

A superior being from his head to his toes.

“G-good m-morning, Sir Pig” stammered hedgehog, in vain,

For the Pig just ignored him with lordly disdain

And continued his walk with his snout in the air,

While the poor little hedgehog shed a great tear.

Then up popped a field mouse his whiskers aquiver

“Some one should push that old Pig in the river!”

He squeaked as he hastened to comfort his friend

And glared at the Pig waddling off round the bend.

“Oh no” cried the hedgehog “ The Pig is the King”

“And I’m just a prickly uncomfortable thing!

I’ll pick him some primroses, bluebells and ferns

To humbly present to him when he returns”

“Oh dear” sighed the field mouse” That’s really the limit!

But I will wait with you if just for a minute”

So they waited and waited but the day was so fair

That soon they’d forgotten just why they were there!

They were joined by three rabbits, two moles and a lark

And had a great party until it grew dark.

Then when hedgehog went home to sleep snug in his bed

No thoughts of the Pig ever entered his head.

But---Pig never returned from his mid-morning walk

For, snout in the air, he did regally stalk

Into a shop that sold home made pork pies

And the pies they made later turned out KING SIZE!!

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Written by Dougsdogs Mum

 

 

Dougsdogs©2007

 

We had bought all the manuals, studied all the breeds

And settled on the one we thought would satisfy our needs.

He was so appealing, great brown eyes and gentle mouth,

We could not have found a nicer pup if we’d searched from north to south.

So, in the car on our way home, we were so full of beans

Until he quite disgraced himself and piddled down my jeans.

“Excitement” we so fondly said “ And he can be excused.”

(Though I must admit my warm wet legs felt personally abused)

He howled and howled so piteously as we went into the house’

“It’s strange at first. He’ll settle down. Be quiet as a mouse!”

Famous last words! He howled all day and howled all night,

Chewed his brand new basket and put the cat to flight.

When at last he quietened down, came the time to potty train

But he refused to put a paw outside in the slightest drop of rain.

He mangled all the furniture-‘twas one of his great joys

And treated with utmost contempt his heap of nice new toys!

We steam cleaned all the carpets, reinforced the chewed up chairs

And even put a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs

Which he soon learned to negotiate-and that was lots of fun

(Mind you, we were getting very fit as he kept us on the run)

The vet thought he gorgeous with his soulful pleading eyes.

So we didn’t tell her “cutie pie” was a demon in disguise!

We took him to dog training school but that soon came to nought

For he fancied ALL the lady dogs, with the others he just fought!

But now we’ve weathered every storm and thrown away the books,

He’s no longer misbehaving nor relying on his looks

For admiration, when our friends come round to call

And to our surprise, he IS the dog we wanted, after all.