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
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 a world not always kind, under skies sometimes grey,
Lived Reggie, a little dog, in turmoil's harsh sway.
His fur, as white as fresh winter snow,
Held a story of sorrow, more than most know.
Two months past, fate's hand gently guided,
To a soul in need, where love resided.
A cruelty endured, one eye lost, a spirit not broken,
In Reggie's heart, his resilience, a token.
At two, life's chapters, both bitter and sweet,
Found solace in kindness, a gesture so neat.
A new family's embrace, a haircut, a sign,
Of beginnings anew, where stars align.
On Sunday, the scissors whispered tales of rebirth,
Trimming away the past, revealing his worth.
And today, oh today, in the playground's embrace,
Swings cradled his dreams, in a serene space.
He soared through the air, with the wind in his fur,
A moment so pure, no past could deter.
He wanted to say hi, to the world, to the sky,
A simple hello, from a dog, once shy.
Reggie, the little white dog, with a heart so vast,
Teaches us love, resilience, a bond that will last.
In his eyes, a story, a journey, a plea,
To see beyond sorrow, and just let him be.
So here's to Reggie, a beacon of light,
A testament to love's unwavering might.
In a world not always kind, he found his way,
A cute little white dog, who had much to say.
March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
If LittleBit could talk, what would he say?
Thank you for being my family every day.
Keeping me safe and warm, I'm most thankful for.
Taking me to the Vet when my paw is sore.
God sent me to you, and you to me.
To give us comfort and security.
If I go first, which I most likely will.
Meet me at the Rainbow Bridge.
We’ll all cross over the hill.
March 3, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Penned for
Biscuit T. & Ann Sims
They told me, with a tone so slight,
"That my house, it holds a scent,"
Smells like dog, they claimed outright,
And I pondered what they meant.
"Do they know what a dog smells like?"
A query to their claim,
A dog smells like the dawn's first light,
A spirit you can't tame.
Gratitude, in every wagging tail,
Loyalty, in eyes so bright,
Nobility, in their silent hail,
Honey, in their cuddles tight.
Pure and Unconditional Love,
In every leap and joyful shove,
And despite all they have suffered,
They don't smell a grudge, it's buffered.
So, I stand, with heart so touched,
In their presence, I feel blessed,
My house smells like dog, so much,
And in that scent, I find my rest.
For in their essence, I see truth,
A lesson in their every move,
My home's fragrance, a living proof,
Of love, in its purest groove.
So let them say, what they will,
About the scent, my home does fill,
For if it smells like dog, I'm glad,
It's the best scent, one could ever have.
March 2, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Just beyond the veil where earth and heaven align,
Lies the Rainbow Bridge, a realm where souls entwine.
A meadow vast, under skies of endless blue,
Where pets we've lost await, their spirits born anew.
Here, fields of green, where endless joy abounds,
Meadows and hills, with love that knows no bounds.
Food, water, sunshine, in abundance for each friend,
Warmth and comfort, a peace that never ends.
Those weary, sick, or aged, find youth and health once more,
The injured and the broken, strength they had before.
In dreams of days past, our hearts recall their grace,
Here, they find solace, in this serene place.
Yet, in their happiness, a shadow of a wait,
For one they loved, beyond the mortal gate.
They play in harmony, but some will gaze afar,
Yearning for the ones, their life's truest star.
And then a moment comes, a spirit sees their own,
Eyes alight, through fields of green, they've flown.
Racing heart to heart, as fast as wind can blow,
To the arms of their beloved, in love's eternal glow.
The reunion, a burst of joy, tears and laughter blend,
Kisses like rain, in moments that transcend.
Hands stroke fur, eyes meet with silent speech,
A bond unbroken, within loving reach.
Together, then, they cross, where Rainbow Bridge does end,
Into a forever, where spirits ascend.
Parted no more, in a land where love never dies,
Together, they journey, under heavenly skies.
February 29, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Maverick's Flight
On the final leg to Florida's embrace,
A late departure shuffled our space.
Seats reassigned, a chaotic dance,
Maverick found in circumstance.
No ground to claim, his usual bed,
Across the seats, he laid his head.
The cabin laughed, a sight so rare,
Phones out, in the air, a shared affair.
Maverick, attentive, a curious gaze,
Watching the attendant, through the maze.
Of safety speeches, gestures wide,
He watched intently, no detail to hide.
The attendant, amused, laughter in waves,
Declared Maverick best, of all he saves.
"For listening close, with such delight,
You've won my heart, on this night flight."
The cabin roared, a joyful sound,
In Maverick's presence, laughter found.
A journey remembered, not for its end,
But for a dog, a listener, a friend.
So here's to Maverick, in skies so high,
A tale to tell, when feet are dry.
Of a flight to remember, a story to keep,
Of the dog who listened, before he'd sleep.
February 28, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the warmth of homes, where love and chaos blend,
No perfect family stands, but on each other, we depend.
With laughter and tears, our broken pieces we mend,
In our imperfect bonds, a message of love we send.
Amongst us walk, no perfect people, but seekers all the same,
Bearing burdens, hiding pains, playing life's relentless game.
Yet in our shared journey, there's no room for shame,
For we are loved by a Perfect God, who calls us each by name.
But we have a Perfect God, in His grace, we find our peace,
In His unwavering love, our searching souls release.
Amen, we whisper, in a prayer that does not cease,
For in His perfection, our imperfections find their ease.
So let us walk together, in our imperfect state,
Guided by His perfect light, through every twist of fate.
In every church, every home, let His love permeate,
For with our Perfect God, a perfect love we create.
February 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In skies above, on Memorial Day's light,
I served the aisles, a flight attendant's plight.
The first row held a passenger, a sight so rare,
Beside him, a dog with a valorous air.
Corporal Kiddy, her name, a Marine so bold,
Twelve years of service, her story untold.
With fur not adorned in medals or lace,
But with honor and courage, she held her place.
Retirement beckoned, her duty now done,
A life of battles, now set to the sun.
I seized the moment, a tribute to cast,
For her years of service, vast.
The cabin listened, as I spoke of her deed,
An announcement for a hero, indeed.
Applause thundered, a sound so profound,
For Corporal Kiddy, respect was bound.
At the sound, she leaped, a lap to find,
Accepting homage from those so kind.
Not just a dog, but a Marine so grand,
On her final flight, to retirement land.
A tale of loyalty, courage, and might,
Of Corporal Kiddy, on that Memorial flight.
A flight attendant's story, of a day so bright,
When honor and applause took to the night.
February 18, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
