|
Kerry Blue Terrier Poems
My Kerry and Me
Why a Kerry
by Mrs. Cyrus B. More, Escondido Kennels, Reg., Santa Fe, NM
Submitted by Karen Laubach
DAWN
He'll take the cows to pasture,
Check the sheep dogs and the sheep---
That will give an Irishman
Another hour to sleep.
MORNING
Then he'll mind the babies
Help Mother with her churn,
Help Grandma with her spinning wheel,
Wait, and take his turn
(When they say 'dinner's ready')
NOON
then hell'll trail Father to the Pub
And join the hunting talk:--
Oh, he will do his share
While all the huntsmen gab and drink
In each old tavern chair.
He'll flush a bird, or catch a fish,
Or pull a badger from his hole.
He'll swim and catch a water rat
Or dig, and catch a mole.
AFTERNOON
He'll cock his head approvingly
At horses at the far
Admire Daughter's London hat,
Or Son's new cut of hair.
EVENING
And when the long day's over,
Before the set of sun
He'll find, and bite, an Englishman
Before the day is done
Kerry Blue Kiss
As I walked in the kennel with champions around
There was a litter of Kerry blues all safe and sound
The smell of the kennel was a bit much to take
But I knew if I didn't it would be a mistake
I remember her eyes as if it were yesterday
The look on her face took my breath away
She was so beautiful she made tears in my eyes
I knew then and there she was my little prize
As she looked up at me an nuzzled with her nose
All I could smell was a beautiful rose
So all Kerry Blue lovers please remember this
There is nothing more rewarding then a Kerry Blue kiss
To Baily Blue
Silvery Phantom
When I got my New Kerry
Author unknown
I asked for strength that I might rear her perfectly;
I was given weakness that I might feed her more treats.
I asked for good health that I might rest easy;
I was given a "special needs" dog that I might know nurturing.
I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud;
I was given stubborness that I might feel humble.
I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful;
I was given a clown that I might laugh.
I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely;
I was given a best friend that I would feel loved.
I got nothing that I asked for,
But everything that I needed.
I got an Kerry Blue.
One for the Kerries
By Bev Hurst, Copyrighted
It's a training break-thru you can see
My Kerry knows the words "watch me"
Her eyes they never break from mine
Sends shivers up and down my spine.
We're ready, sure, to do our thing
With a confident step we enter the ring.
From start to finish with not one sit
She says I never taught her it.
On the recall she came in like a shot
Hit me so hard I could barely talk.
With Irish eyes just filled with glee
I knew she was laughing right at me.
Chalk another up for the Kerries today
That's another leg that got away.
The Dog from County Kerry
Submitted by Marilyn Brotherton from a reprinted of Punch Magazine
of February 7, 1923.
The dog from County Kerry,
The tousled tyke and grey,
See how he meets the merry
And tires them all at play.
Yet though he's raced and tumbled
With many a motley crew,
The proudest shall be humbled
That slight a Kerry Blue.
His fathers lived by battle,
Where crags and lakes and bogs
And glens of small black cattle
Had worked for small grey dogs.
Shrill Poms he'll scorn with kindness
Gruff Airedales they shall rue
The day when in their blindness
They roused the Kerry Blue.
Dark eyes afire for slaughter,
White teeth to hold and kill
Great otters by the water,
Big badgers by the hill.
The gamest eighteen inches
That ever gripped and slew -
Wise is the foe that flinches,
That flees the Kerry Blue.
Ah! pup that came from Kerry,
Unfriended and unfed,
To maul my boots and bury
Your beef bones in my bed.
You dream of Munster gorses
But, (here your heart shines through)
You let my tame resources
Content a Kerry Blue.
Little Black Puppy
by Miss Karen Gregg From the July/August 1992 issue of Kerry Klips
Reprinted from the Kerry Blue Terrier Association of Northern Ireland
Newsletter
Little black puppy, how are you?
In a brand new world where all things are new
Yours is the wonder and joy of each day,
Yours is the world as you gamble and play.
Yours is the mystery of wind in the trees
You are at one with the birds and the bees
You welcome new friends and your mind is such,
That you love them all--but not too much.
Yours are the daises that grow in the grass.
The golden buttercups nod as you pass.
The butterflies rise and it seems to you
A perplexing thing for them to do.
But the present so soon becomes the past
And you find little trials do not last,
For life goes on, and you see in your view
So many things you would love to do.
Little black puppy, we learn from your life,
The futility of fretting and strife,
And pray to be given the grace sublime
To live in this world one day at a time.
The Kerry Blue
by PJ O`Brien. Submitted by Diane Ridd.
The Kerry Blue is loyal and true, to his master and his friend,
Through weal and woe he`ll never go, for he`s faithful to the very end.
It`s his delight to pick a fight, for he is such an able dealer;
And few can match instinct to catch, the noiseless prowler or the midnight
stealer.
He holds high place in the canine race, with temper so severe;
And he`s a danger to the incautious stranger who in listless moments hovers
near.
Yet all readily state. he`s worth his weight, in any kind of metal rare:
For they can depend, he`ll guard till the end, property assigned unto his
care.
|
 |
|