a small tribute

[socks 32,253]

Flash of teeth, white hot pain

Yet on he pushes time and again

No guiding light, no masters’ hand

He’s on his own in this barren land.

 

His chest is heavy, his breath running short

He can’t stop now until his enemy’s caught

He hears the digging and the sound of his name

Not long now and he will be safe again

 

He holds on tight, he cant let go

For his enemy is strong, of that he knows

He can feel him tire his pulse grows deep

He feels his enemy slip into eternal sleep

 

The battles over the deed is done

No need for hands or masters gun

light floods in and all is calm

He’s lifted into his masters’ arm

 

Well-done lad a pat on the head

Then home for a feed and a welcoming bed

He rests and heals and forgets the pain

And waits for his turn to enter earths bowels again

[Guest little lurcher]

Fu*king excellent mate !! you write that yourself?

[Simoman 110]

Like it socks

[sue 1]

thats excellent mate Edited May 31, 2008 by sue

[socks 32,253]

Fu*king excellent mate !! you write that yourself?

 

yhea wrote that a few years back .............

[Guest INPENCE]

brilliant

[justin 2]

touched the soft spot mate...fair play, brilliant

[earth&hounds 94]

brill mate keep it up

[Guest friedrice]

cani have a go.

on he goes the layzy slob,no intensions of doing his job, no work at all within we see,just another bumbled breed.

enter he will without a care,dont give a feck what foe was there,bark and bay for all he's worth but he'll shift nowt from this big old earth.

another bad one from this line, and god we get them from time to time,but hope will bring one good one day,and maybe we could change some ways

but till that day we will go on .and hope for the ones that have been long gone. the old ones keep us getting by,and without the young men the sport would die.

thats my first poem ever but it sounds ok i think, and makes sence a bit

[earth&hounds 94]

cani have a go.

on he goes the layzy slob,no intensions of doing his job, no work at all within we see,just another bumbled breed.

enter he will without a care,dont give a feck what foe was there,bark and bay for all he's worth but he'll shift nowt from this big old earth.

another bad one from this line, and god we get them from time to time,but hope will bring one good one day,and maybe we could change some ways

but till that day we will go on .and hope for the ones that have been long gone. the old ones keep us getting by,and without the young men the sport would die.

thats my first poem ever but it sounds ok i think, and makes sence a bit

poet and did not now it well done mate

[Tracy36 0]

a swell to my bussom and a tear in my eyes for noble working dog!!! quite moving socks

[Brummy 9]

Says it all really............