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Hiding low my deep voice in depth of sound
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores

Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal

Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser


Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael

Busy fire engines with flashing lights and wailing sirens
Do you want an ear muff or do you want to scream?
I hear you howling each time they pass by

When the moon is full and ever so bright
Does it affect your senses or your sight?
Ever so often I hear you howling in the night

The spirit of death some times you know
Or do you sense sadness, melancholy and woe?
your howling bespeak despair

You are no hypocrite so you told the truth
He had not the best singing voice
So you did not stop howling until his singing ceased

Get up, get up get something done
Get up, get up get something done
Long day oh! long day oh!
get something done, get something done
Long day oh! long day oh!
Get up, get up get something done

These were the words ringing in my my head
My waking thoughts in the morning
As shrilly from out side my window you sing
Long day oh! long day oh!
Get up, get up get something done

It seem as if you were talking to me
facing another day with cheer
Like the rising of the sun each morning you are there
Long day oh! long day oh!
Get up, get up get something done

Singing away telling the world how happy you were
Melodies for everyone both near and far
Don't lie in bed and let the morning be gone
Long day oh! long day oh!
Get up, get up get something done

I will fix my gaze upon you
To learn your secrets Mountain- Sun Face
In the glory of the morning
In the beauty of blue and green
Among the glistening orbs of silver
In the silence of your rising
In the stillness of your Golden dawn
The wind shall wake the Oak
The leaves shall whisper gently
Of Iris' sweet descending
The bough of heavens gate
To recite the oracles of wisdom
And dance among the gentle race
With a heart full of treasure
As I learn your knowledge
My fields shall be full and ripe
As I consider your ways
I shall harvest the Joy of the morning
When you cause your face to shine on me
I shall no longer eat the weeds of spoil
I shall glory in your mighty rays
The banner of your steadfast arms
Teach me your ways Mountain Sun Face

BENJI IS MISSING


“Where has he gone, Oh! What can I do?”
My poor little Benji, is it really true?”
Poor Mrs Willis afraid for her friend,
Reports to the police she fears a sad end.

Still no Benji, as three days pass by
Stuck with the mystery the police don’t know why,
Benji is a dog, a Labrador of gold
He’s kind, good with children, and four years old.

“It’s not like him to just run away,”
Poor Mrs Willis has little else to say,
Constable Swift tells of her enquiries so far,
With two cops on the beat, and one in a car.

On the sixth day, Benji then reappears
Smothered with kisses and plenty of tears
Officer Smythe told of the time our friend had,
Just four streets away, and now he’s a dad.

“Oh! Benji my lad, what are we going to do,
You are a good boy, but I have missed you so too”,
Although he is a proud father to a litter of eight
No more will she let him beyond the front gate.

A cry of any living thing
Is so hard to bear.
To save a life, that's all it takes,
You feel a glow that was not there.
A baby needing a warm touch,
A dog fighting to stay alive.
An animal running from being hunted,
An accident in sight.
Some brave soul gives a helping hand
So one may see the light.
Do not hurt the innocent babe,
Or beat an animal till it dies.
There are people who want to help
Each living, hurting soul.
They want to stop the cries out there.
It only takes a little time,
And when you have done a goodly deed,
One has peace inside.
Sue Lee Hart

There once was a Labrador named 'Crissy Mae'
that made me laugh with her antics of play.
She'd swim for her sticks,
and for treats do her tricks,
but her BESTEST JOY was to be with 'ME' every day!

Each morning near to daylight
There you go singing with all your might
With joy your melodies continue to swell
It's a bright and happy day you want to tell

Such volume coming from so small a breast
Perfectly you each note and pitch recall
The nigh is past darkness is disappearing you tell
The day is here and all is well

The pigeons and doves their volumes not so high
Adding their cooing joining in with melodies so bright
While among the blossoms the bees keep a constant hum
And other birds in the trees they sing along

The dog, given by God to be man's best friend,
loving and faithful companions to the end.
Forgiving us for every error we make.
Trying to please us is the message they send.

Were you fooled by the moonlight
Shining ever so bright
I heard you singing away
In the middle of the night
Or were your breast with joy so swell
That the world just then you had to tell