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Xena (Zena)
This is the story about Xena, or Zena, depending upon who spelled her name
Brave and fearless like the Warrior Princess named the same
When much bigger dogs were around, she hardly even cared
But the men who came to work, would see her and often feel scared
She would love to cuddle up on Wendy’s lap
Enjoying this better than trying to find rats to trap
A short legged Jack Russell, with feet turned out at ninety degrees
They’d send her into a tumble as she ran through the grass and the trees
And when it was Terry’s turn to take her for a walk
He’d look down at her prancing at the end of the lead
‘Like walking a blowfly’ he’d say, hoping the neighbours didn’t talk
For he was clearly used to walking much bigger dogs, indeed
Then she would curl herself up in her bed
With the funniest obsession running through her head
Round and round she’d turn, working her blanket ‘till she’d fully wrapped her all
A contented little princess, wrapped up in her pretty shawl.
© 2017 John Rodriquez
Ode to Buddy
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Buddy is my best friend, always beside me or on my lap
So very well behaved, with impeccable manners – such a lovely chap
His quiet and gentle nature bring great comfort to me
With him I’m not alone – always in good company
He gets me up and out for his daily walk
And gives me a reason to catch up with others and talk
He christens every blade of grass and tree
Not overly interested in other dogs – just happy out with me
He’s been known to like the occasional cuddle
And loves to chase his ball
When inside he never leaves a puddle
And when outside, I never have to call
He’s slowing down a bit now, using a ramp to ascend his throne
He sits there high and mighty, watching people pass
He knows which cars are OK and barks when others trespass
He really is my perfect Buddy – and I’m his best friend Joan
©2017 John Rodriquez
Buddy
Tasha
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To our beloved friend Tasha
A most placid and gentle, beautiful creature
Despite having survived most horrid abuse
You carried yourself with poise and grace – none would deduce
With your soft and gentle eyes
Silky coat and jet black face
Your loving heart could hypnotise
Even the toughest of the human race
You wanted nothing more than loving care
And we’d all delight in the cuddles you’d share
Then one day it was your time to go
We miss you dearly, but still bask in your afterglow
You showed us how to live in the moment and just be
And your spirit of gentleness lives on
So run with the wind, forever free
As we join with you in spirit – love Kerrie & John
©2017 John Rodriquez
You have the Power to Heal Yourself
Check out this new blog about what simple things you can do to heal yourself or shift your energy!
http://www.silopaddington.com/single-post/2017/05/24/You-Have-the-Power-to-Heal-Yourself
Paul Pollitt
Honour
Honour
Today we pause to honour all types of mother or mum
As this role is filled by another for some
Then there’s those who’ve lost daughter or son
No less honour for them oughta become
And the mothers of orphans, both young and old
Perhaps gone before; perhaps not enrolled
Whose children are left behind; no mother to behold
But still worthy of honour, though pain may be unresolved
And what of the mothers who have lost a child before term
The sometimes forgotten ones, these mothers we now confirm
Their miscarriages and stillbirths of grave concern
But their roles as mothers, we honour as we affirm
So, come one, come all, on this special day
Gather round and join the call to say
Together as one, we open our hearts and pray
To give honour to mothers and mums yet again today
© 2017 John Rodriquez
