I wrote this poem when I was 14 years old, over half a century ago. The German Shepherd that I wrote about in this poem was a dog that my father owned and doted on. The little lost dog, I now realize, represented me. This is a sad poem, because I was a very sad and lonely teenage girl. I thank the Lord that I am in a happy, loved place today!
The Little Lost Dog
The little lost dog
looked sadly ahead
wondering where
he might make his bed
the night was cold
and the world so huge
as the little lost dog
sought a refuge
His limbs were thin
his coat was dull
his eyes were sad
he had no one at all
no food to fill him
no place to go —
was there no one to help
a little lost dog?
A gray German Shepherd
so sleek and so fine
paid the lost dog
nary a mind
“No time,” he shrugged
“I have no time
to help a lost dog
it’s no fault of mine.”
“No time!” said he
“I’ve better things to do
than to fool around
with the likes of you.”
Then he pranced up the road
at a haughty pace
kicking dirt
in the little dog’s face.
The little lost dog
so meek and forlorn
died in the face
of pitiless scorn.
……….. So, maybe that explains why I have picked up three starving dogs off the streets and taken them home. Here they are now, getting treats from my wonderful loving husband:
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Aw very sad poem, very moving. Glad you are happy & loved now…me and my husband rescued two dogs♡
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That’s awesome that you rescued two dogs. Two is a good number. Since I found the third dog last April, I sometimes feel a bit overwhelmed. But we love her too much not to keep her.
According to the veterinarian that I took her to right after I found her, she was only about 7 months old then. So maybe she will outgrow her wild puppy ways. Maybe? She’s the dog in the middle of the picture, probably an Australian Koolie. She herds our big dog all around the house, and tries to herd my husband and me, too!I
By the way, I named her Angel. All day long I’m saying “Angel, stop that. Angel, NO. Angel, be good!” But she is so sweet, which makes up for all her contrary ways. ❤
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Oh sounds like you have your hands full but they’re so loving and loyal. Our second one was a crazy pup too, she didn’t grow out of it though, now 7 and just as crazy and naughty but fun. Our first is calmer, he’s a good boy but still gets nervous easily bless them all♡
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❤️❤️❤️🙂
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That’s beautiful Linda. 😍 I have a great love for animals myself. And birds too… my daughter has taught them to fly onto her hand and eat seeds there. Thank you for sharing this lovely verse, written at such a young age.
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How lovely that the birds know they can trust your daughter like that! I count myself lucky when the doves that like to roost in our evergreen tree, don’t fly away in alarm when I walk outside the house. 😀
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Beautiful poem Linda. Especially good for a 14 y.o. That poem could be a lot of people unfortunately. Sad that there is truth in it.
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Thank you, Ruby. I don’t know if I could still write poetry today. I haven’t tried it in ages.
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Your Poetry was so powerful- even at 14!! Such a marvelous gift from God💕💕
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Aww, thank you so much!
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You are a treasure, my friend.
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Aww, thank you so much, dear Kathy. ❤
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Praise God you are in a better place now. Praise God for His Hand on your life. Lots of love, hugs and blessings!
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Thank you so much, Mandy! ❤
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😭 I’m glad YOU have a happy ending!
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Thank you so much1
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Today is also international color day (or colour day). Must our poetry include references to different colors? Or is that too much. Color Day is defined as when the sun shines directly on the equator. But then, after yesterday’s post, I have no idea if this is Spring, Winter, or Sprinter!
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International Color Day… well, I did mention the gray colored dog. Right now, on this windy, sprintery day, the sky is an alarming shade of black and gray, here in eastern New Mexico. I almost blew away when I walked outside to get the mail, and I’m not that skinny. All three of our dogs are refusing to go out. When that happens, it’s time to start praying!
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They said your side of the storm would be blustery but nothing exceptionally dangerous storm wise. Stay safe.
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Love your furry family!
A therapist could pick apart this poem but you nailed it. Tearful writing but stands as a testimony of God’s rescuing love in your life.
Thank you Linda Lee.
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Your sweet comment gave me happy tears. Thank you!
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It’s sad enough even without knowing you identified with this little creature, Linda, but to know you did back then, well, I’m so glad God led you to a better place.
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Thank you so much, brother Mitch. Our God is an awesome God!
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My daughter is 14. Knowing how hard it is to express the feelings that bubble and boil inside a 14 year old girl makes this poem all the more impactful and impressive. I can completely see the “Paws-itivity” surrounding your husband in those sweet canine faces.
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Thank you. Fourteen was a rough time in my life. My poetry was the only way I had to safely express my feelings. When my daughter was 14, she was very expressive and emotional. So different from me. She had a lot of pain in her life, too, so really it’s good that she could express her feelings. Up to a certain point, that is. Today, my daughter is a licensed psychotherapist. But when she was fourteen, I could never have imagined that!
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That was a deep and touching poem. You have a compassionate heart.
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Thank you, Beverley. So do you.
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A very meaningful poem, Linda.
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Thank you. I’m always happy to see a comment or like from you. ❤
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I haven’t been commenting as much on blogs lately as I have only been on the computer one or two days a week over the past months. I haven’t blogged anything myself for about a year and a half. But I’m trying to get back at least to my favorite blogs on a more consistent basis.
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Well, I’m honored to be included in your reading. I have slowed down a lot in my blog reading and writing, too. It’s been a crazy couple of years. I hope you are doing well. I’m saying a prayer for you right now. ((HUGS))
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Thank you so much for your prayers. I am doing fairly well, though my pack/hip problem continues to give me trouble. Praying for you, too. Hugs back (( ))!
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I love this thank you for sharing!
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I think it is good. The tempo, the wording, and rhyming is great! Nary, a good word. You had a writing talent all along! How’s your memoir coming along?
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Thank you, Amy. That means a lot.
I am still working on my memoir every single day. It’s a much bigger and harder job than I anticipated, when I first started working on it. Will I ever be finished? Will it ever be ready to publish? I hope so, but only the Lord knows, at this point.
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That’s awesome you get to it every day! It will be finished and it will publish. Hang in there with it.
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Thank you for the encouragement. ❤
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❤️🙌🙏🏻
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Such a sad little poem, but with a much happier ending in real life!
I thought I wanted to write poetry years ago, but it almost always was just sappy. Not my strength 🙂
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What a heartbreaking poem, Linda! I’m glad you are not “lost” anymore, and with a man who is kind and compassionate, like you. ❤
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Aww, thank you, Annie. ❤
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Great poem and a loving lady. We are on our 5th rescue dog, we have lost our first 2. But they are always in our hearts
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