The Dog Sits Here
In a cozy nook of our home, where sunlight softly peers,
Lies a cushion, not just any, but where the dog commandeers.
A simple pillow, it might seem, to uninformed eyes,
But it holds a declaration, a claim that implies:
"Move over," it whispers, with embroidered cheer,
"This spot is reserved, for the dog sits here."
Not just a spot for resting, but a throne, it's clear,
For our furry friend, whom we hold so dear.
Here, amidst the laughter, the joy, and the tears,
Through seasons and moments, through hopes and fears,
This pillow stands sentinel, year by year,
A symbol of love, for our canine peer.
So let the world know, as we hold them near,
That this isn't just any place, it's where the dog steers.
In this corner of comfort, without any jeer,
"Move over," the pillow says, "the dog sits here."
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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In the realm of whispers, shadows cast,
I stand, a Pitbull, holding fast.
Misjudged by many, known by few,
A fighter in a battle that grew.
Not in the rings of rage and roar,
But in the silence of my core.
A foe unseen, a harsher war,
Cancer, the shadow at my door.
With every breath, a battle cry,
Under the quiet, starlit sky.
Strength not in jaws or fearsome might,
But in each day I rise to fight.
And so I stood, with heart aflame,
Against a foe that many name.
Through pain and fear, my spirit soared,
In battles not chosen, but never ignored.
The only fight I've ever known,
Was one that chilled to the bone.
Yet here I stand, beneath the sun,
A warrior's tale, bravely won.
I am a Pitbull, hear my call,
Not in arenas, but life's hall.
A survivor, in every sense,
My victory, my recompense.
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
As my mind begins to empty in my old age
I must refill it with good to turn a new page
As the old creeps out, I must let the new come in
Only in this way can I be alert and live again
A dead mind leads to a dull life, I must say
An alert mind leads to happiness along the way
March 6, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of life, so wide and vast,
Each thread intertwines, from first to last.
"Everything for a reason," the wise often say,
In its own season, finds its way.
Spring's first bloom, after winter's chill,
Teaches patience, to wait for what will.
Summer's warmth brings growth to light,
Reminding us to strive, to reach new heights.
Autumn's leaves, in colors bold,
Show change is beauty, as life unfolds.
Winter's snow, so pure and clear,
Whispers rest, and draws loved ones near.
Through joy and sorrow, sunshine and rain,
Life’s seasons teach us, again and again.
Everything has its time, its own reason to be,
In this beautiful cycle, we find clarity.
So let us embrace, whatever the season,
For life's myriad moments, hold deeper meaning.
"Everything for a reason," a mantra so true,
In every season, life renews.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned for a dear family member
In the quiet dawn of '70, beneath the boundless sky,
Where birds once soared in numbers, beneath the sun so high.
A silence has descended, where songs once filled the air,
Thirty percent have vanished, leaving emptiness to bear.
Habitats once lush and wild, forests deep and grand,
Have dwindled under human touch, across this sprawling land.
Meadows, marshes, woods, and streams, homes to winged delight,
Now bare, transformed, or lost, a sorrowful, fading sight.
More people, fewer birds, a truth we cannot hide,
Our footprint grows, the earth it groans, in this selfish stride.
Nests abandoned, echoes fade, in skies once vibrant and alive,
A testament to what's at stake, for those who still survive.
Yet, in this tale of loss and woe, a glimmer yet remains,
A chance to change, to heal, to grow, to break these binding chains.
To restore the balance, plant the seed, of a future bright and fair,
Where birdsong fills the morning light, a chorus in the air.
Let us heed the call of nature, with gentle, caring hands,
Rebuild the homes, preserve the wild, across these precious lands.
For in the harmony of life, where diversity is key,
Lies the beauty of our world, in its soaring melody.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
On my homeward path today, through the city's roar,
I found a soul amidst the road, a heart both pure and raw.
No others by his side, no sign to where he belonged,
Alone he stood, his cries loud, in a world so vast and wrong.
We ventured to the vet, in search of any clue,
No chip to tell his tale, just eyes deep and true.
So, in that moment clear, I felt our fates entwine,
"Let's be a family," I said, "your story now is mine."
We journeyed home, a duo formed from chance,
I watched him as he slept, in his quiet, tranquil trance.
His breathing soft and steady, in dreams, he did embark,
In our home, he found his peace, a light within the dark.
His first photo, a symbol, of joy and newfound hope,
A promise of the tales to come, with which we'd learn to cope.
Thank you, little wanderer, for choosing me, for showing,
That amidst life's fleeting moments, love unasked can start flowing.
Animals choose us, in ways we can't foresee,
They walk into our lives, and set our spirits free.
So here's to our tomorrows, to the laughter and the tears,
To the silent understanding, as we conquer future fears.
With each snapshot captured, may our memories grow,
A chronicle of happiness, a testament to show,
That in the act of saving, I was the one saved too,
Thank you for coming into my life, for making it anew.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Diversity breeds tolerance in our lives anew.
Without diversity new ideas we could not brew
All thinking alike new meaning would not come into sight
Diversity is found in God's plan it brings us into His Light
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Wright or wrong day by day
Where does it come from anyway
Did I inherit it with my soul
Is knowing God my ultimate goal
Wright or wrong day by day
Learning more along the way
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the wilds where silence roams,
Lies a truth, in nature's tomes.
The wolf, a creature, stark and keen,
Not as dark as it's often seen.
Never feasting on the dead,
Walking paths where honor's led.
A life in pairs, fidelity's song,
In love's embrace, where wolves belong.
Monogamous, true to its mate,
A bond unbroken, sealed by fate.
Should death part ways, a soul bereft,
Alone it stays, in solitude left.
Knowledge of kin, a lineage proud,
Supporting elders, a promise avowed.
Bringing sustenance when strength wanes,
A family's love, in their veins reigns.
In the moment of its final breath,
Eyes meet yours, challenging death.
Intelligence that surpasses bounds,
In its gaze, a spirit astounds.
Unyielding to the will of others,
Its essence, no training smothers.
A symbol of wild freedom's call,
In its spirit, we see our own thrall.
So remember, when tales are spun,
Of creatures under the moon and sun.
The wolf, in movies cast as vile,
Bears a nobility, across each mile.
Let's rethink the stories we've narrated,
Of beings, unjustly denigrated.
For in the wolf, there's much to admire,
A reminder to elevate our gaze higher.
March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the stillness of the night, I felt His Peace and Quiet.
At Noon, when the storm clouds loom, I have no fright.
Under God’s Wing with Jesus in my Heart
My soul is calm. Every day is a fresh start.
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
