A “P” Litter Poem for Peggy
There once was a puppy named Peggy,
Who came from a P Litter Pack.
Proud parents, Georgette and Flamenco-
8 pups — both yellow and black.
Some here at school
You might already know
Were Pueblo, and Paris,
Persia, and Poe.
(Each of them precious to their last little toe.)
The “P” Litter Peeples
Raised them for you,
With patience, persistence,
And a promise, or two.
Oh, the places you’ll visit!
The people you’ll know!
You’ll make good working teams,
Wherever you go!
When the Puppy Truck comes,
You’ll go off to school.
They have playtime and walks,
And bubbles — it’s cool!
Did I mention Pilates
And ice cubes and toys,
And cuddles, massages,
And pals to enjoy?
There’s walks and group play,
and a roommate. It’s true!
And more, there’s love,
Just waiting for you!
And the trainers!
Magicians! With tricks up their sleeves!
Propelling their prospects
With kibble and ease!
Eight levels of training
And skills to perfect-
The process produces the best!
And then comes the day when
Your partner you’ll greet.
With a sniff and wag
You will happily meet.
Together you’ll learn
To trust and to lead
You both will only succeed.
May you always be blessed
And continue to grow
And spread lots of smiles,
Wherever you go!
And now, cheers for you both,
And the other teams, too!
We’re proud as you graduate
From G D B School!
O blind master, my only duty is to serve you
Wherever you go, I’ll be by your side
I’m your eyes, your faithful guide
This harness binds our love
Our companionship is inseparable
Where you lead us, I would not know
But I will keep you safe from harm’s way
-Phan Thanh gian
(Written for Unity the Guide Dog)
What to do when your life is in need of repairs…
and the pieces lay scattered upon the floor.
How do I begin to cast away the looks and stares?
that face me when I walk out the door.
How do I build a fortress to surround my lonely tower?
give, me an answer for execution.
Oh! where is my rescuer on this darkened hour?
please do send me a blessed resolution.
when I thought my life had no present to bestow.
when my mind was like Plato’s cave.
void of light and answers that I yearn to know.
i thought my passion for freedom remain to the grave.
i a prisoner…
only to see the fires of my forged life.
in need of the ear of a listener…
It was high time to end the strife.
i did not shoot thy Albatross!
i left it well alone.
for now…i am at a loss.
but you did not wither me to flesh and bone.
i do count these long hours that seem like unjust penance.
endless,,, darkness…with no candle for me to light.
the blueprints of my soul to small even for a magnifying glass to enhance.
all this through my lack of sight…
My eyes open but not seeing the beauty, that is life.
You came with the promise to free me.
You kept it close as we learned and we did Strive.
My heart is locked and only you have the key.
I found solace in your company.
Your eyes safe and unbetraying.
Your guided me through the maze of the beginning uncertainty.
Remaining strong and unswaying.
For a time I hated who I was.
Tracing lines in the ground with the white stark truth.
But now I am Dorothy! stepped through into Oz.
My dear Toto, I’m no longer in the Kansas of my youth…
Look! How bright Oz gleams and shines!
Then I double take…
London is what rests in front of my eyes.
But, with you it is an adventure my soul does take.
My kinswoman and soul that you are.
Mark me if you will.
Stay with me on my travels near and far.
And those demons of darkness we shall kill.
From my old life wounds had been left to bleed
Only you could heal them.
You gave me the thing that I really did need.
I began to bloom, with you as my stem.
There are many roads that you and I could travel.
There are many stories to be found.
Let us go! Let the string of fate unravel!
I look to the stars now and no longer the cold, hard ground.
I don’t need a Fairy Godmother to grant me a wish.
Genies have no meaning.
You materialized in front of me and bestowed my only wish.
You gave me a whole new sense of being.
A wishing well will simply not do!
It means little to me.
The only thing I now need is you.
My life, is what you gave to me.
Now with you I find my resolve, you and I were meant to be.
Always moving always changing and always ascending.
Thank you my blessed guardian angel Unity.
Thank you Guide Dogs, you gave me my happy ending!
The Guide Dogs
(A joke put to rhyme)
Ted and Fred were out walking their dogs
and decided to stop for a drink.
But a sign made them freeze, “No pets allowed please,”
so they stopped for a moment to think.
“Just follow me and do as I do,”
said Fred as he walked through the door.
“I’ll use a trick that really works slick.
I know ‘cause I’ve used it before.”
With dogs at their side, they walked in the bar,
giving the sign little heed.
The bartender said, while shaking his head,
“Whattsa matter. Can’t you guys read?”
Fred, with his plan, said “Bartender man’
this Labrador’s eyes replace mine.
He can’t leave my side, for he is my guide.
You see, I’m totally blind.”
“Oh, please forgive me, I thought you could see.
I’ll bring you a drink right away.
But as for your friend, I hate to offend,
but he, and his dog, cannot stay.”
Ted spoke up with a hand on his pup,
“Bartender, I too am blind.”
The bartender said “Pleeze… that’s a Pekinese.
You think I don’t have a mind?”
Ted jumped from his chair, yelling, “I declare!”
and fell to the floor on his knees.
“How can it be that they’d do this to me?
They gave me a Pekinese?”
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