canine chronicles
Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 6:47 pm
Canine Chronicles.
© Ron Boughton. May 2019.
For many lucky people their life story can be told,
As in, chapters of a book filled with pages of gold
Showing biographical contentment, over the years honed,
With each chapter portrayed …by the dogs they have owned!
Though only a portion of ours being a dog’s life span,
But such fullfilment bring to the overall plan
That the grief of their passing can be painful to endure
But the knowledge, of a good life does time help cure!
Sad for those who have never had a canine connection
(Never relished the value of a dog’s affection),
As there is nothing that cements in the memory log
Like witnessing the bond of a child and their dog,
The first chapter in their book of a kindred journey
That no classroom or tutor, could possibly ‘learn thee’
A grounding of sorts transitioning to the inner self
More stable than ideals such as ego or pelf.
As a kid when in strife and maybe, even had the strap!
You think the worlds against you, then feel in your lap
The muzzle, of one that doesn’t judge, but understands you,
And with faith then restored you can put out your hand to
The friend, ah yes! the one who is the true friend indeed
Helping those troubles and woes of your life recede,
And proportions a sense of values, that plainly you learn
For it’s not really much, that is asked in return.
No matter what the breed, and they are varied and many
And some dogs being like their owners ‘tis uncanny!
But most being loyal, possess, a faithfulness syndrome
Exemplified in, the overexcited welcomes home!
They can guard and guide and sniff out things unlawful
Some are preened and spoilt while others smell bloody awful!
And when they chew or dig holes from boredom or distress
The fault’s not with the dog, but, master or mistress.
And damned be the cur who, of animal cruelty partakes
May karma educate their ignorant mistakes!
As just a little time and commitment advances towards,
Loyal behavior that creates its own rewards,
And some dogs to their masters, an immense value command,
Being; the steadfast and tireless working dogs of the land,
Who perform with such stamina and engrossment unmatched,
That is triggered from instinct …with no strings attached!
But there is nothing that mellows to the depths of your soul
Than seeing a faithful old dog start to lose control,
With the mind still willing, but sadly the body not so,
And dimming eyes, that once shimmered a healthy glow,
Stare unseeing into a distance of somewhere unknown,
But for us, it is a seed of humbleness sown,
As sadly time has come for another chapter to pass,
And we, then reflect of the sand through the hourglass.
Those individual chapters, having rolled down through the years,
Even with some overlapping, create what appears,
Like a passing of the baton, or, more likely a bone
As a message buried, with a text of its own!
Telegraphing your character, a real ‘duty of care’,
An element, of your journeys experience to share,
Where images in the minds eye, looking back as one ages,
Bring a smile, when reminiscing those …dog-eared pages!
© Ron Boughton. May 2019.
For many lucky people their life story can be told,
As in, chapters of a book filled with pages of gold
Showing biographical contentment, over the years honed,
With each chapter portrayed …by the dogs they have owned!
Though only a portion of ours being a dog’s life span,
But such fullfilment bring to the overall plan
That the grief of their passing can be painful to endure
But the knowledge, of a good life does time help cure!
Sad for those who have never had a canine connection
(Never relished the value of a dog’s affection),
As there is nothing that cements in the memory log
Like witnessing the bond of a child and their dog,
The first chapter in their book of a kindred journey
That no classroom or tutor, could possibly ‘learn thee’
A grounding of sorts transitioning to the inner self
More stable than ideals such as ego or pelf.
As a kid when in strife and maybe, even had the strap!
You think the worlds against you, then feel in your lap
The muzzle, of one that doesn’t judge, but understands you,
And with faith then restored you can put out your hand to
The friend, ah yes! the one who is the true friend indeed
Helping those troubles and woes of your life recede,
And proportions a sense of values, that plainly you learn
For it’s not really much, that is asked in return.
No matter what the breed, and they are varied and many
And some dogs being like their owners ‘tis uncanny!
But most being loyal, possess, a faithfulness syndrome
Exemplified in, the overexcited welcomes home!
They can guard and guide and sniff out things unlawful
Some are preened and spoilt while others smell bloody awful!
And when they chew or dig holes from boredom or distress
The fault’s not with the dog, but, master or mistress.
And damned be the cur who, of animal cruelty partakes
May karma educate their ignorant mistakes!
As just a little time and commitment advances towards,
Loyal behavior that creates its own rewards,
And some dogs to their masters, an immense value command,
Being; the steadfast and tireless working dogs of the land,
Who perform with such stamina and engrossment unmatched,
That is triggered from instinct …with no strings attached!
But there is nothing that mellows to the depths of your soul
Than seeing a faithful old dog start to lose control,
With the mind still willing, but sadly the body not so,
And dimming eyes, that once shimmered a healthy glow,
Stare unseeing into a distance of somewhere unknown,
But for us, it is a seed of humbleness sown,
As sadly time has come for another chapter to pass,
And we, then reflect of the sand through the hourglass.
Those individual chapters, having rolled down through the years,
Even with some overlapping, create what appears,
Like a passing of the baton, or, more likely a bone
As a message buried, with a text of its own!
Telegraphing your character, a real ‘duty of care’,
An element, of your journeys experience to share,
Where images in the minds eye, looking back as one ages,
Bring a smile, when reminiscing those …dog-eared pages!
Those of us who are dog lovers will relate to your poem for sure - I know I did, and sadly I really related to the stanza on the aging dog, having just recently lost my little girl Ellyssa Maree - her dimming eyes, that once shimmered a healthy glow, said in no uncertain terms I had to let her go. 
