[stylist] while we're sharing poems ...

[Jackie Williams]

Sherry,
This is a really charming and well-crafted poem using a model we all know
and treasured. Your rhymes and rhythm cannot help but make us love your dog
and his antics.

Jackie Lee

Time is the school in which we learn.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz	 


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Hi everyone,

I've been away a bit, because I had a big computer crash and burn recently,
but here I am again. And I see everyone is posting poems. So wonderful. 

Anyway, here's one I wrote in 2007. For a bit of background, recently, my
retired 13.5 year old retired guide dog, Bianca passed away. Bianca was the
smartest and most amazing and sweetest guide dog I've ever known, but that
intelligence also made her the most ill-behaved dog in the house! Her brain
was always looking for something else to do. Christmas 2007, one of my gifts
was a pound of sees candy soft centers--yum! And when my back was turned,
she jumped on the table where the box sat and ate the whole blasted thing in
less than a minute, wrappers and all. So, I wrote this poem. This never
actually happened, but if you'd known Bianca, you'd know it could have
happened. She just hadn't thought of it yet! Enjoy.

BIANCA'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

BY SHERRY GOMES

Twas the night before Christmas,
Oh joy of joys,
Bianca could tell there were dog treats and toys,
The stockings were hung very high with great care,
Hoping Bianca could not reach them there.

Bianca was wound up from all the commotion,
She shredded some tissues and ate some hand lotion.
She ran around squeaking her toys very loud,
Though one little dog; she seemed like a crowd.

At last she was settled, curled up on the bed,
We're safe now till morning, I thought in my head.
When late in the night there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,
Was it earthquake, or burglar or could it be flood,
Perhaps it was fire or landslide with mud?
I'm sure you can guess what I really did find,
Mischief and mayhem from that sweet dog of mine!

The stockings no longer hung on the wall,
The presents were opened; she'd gotten them all!
Boxes in pieces and wrappings in tatters,
At least nothing glass to be turned into shatters!
Toys and treats scattered all over the floor,
And little Bianca was looking for more.

She went to the closet where dog food does dwell,
She stood by her bowl looking up to say, well?
She wagged and she wiggled as I cleaned up the mess,
Back to bed little rascal, it isn't time yet!

With a groan of disgust she returned to the bed,
Merry Christmas Bianca, I love you, I said,
As she snuggled beside me, I thought with a sigh,
In spite of it all, I'm so glad she is mine!


DECEMBER 2007


Sherry

Let it be Christmas Everywhere; let Heavenly music fill the air,
Let every heart sing; let every bell ring, the story of hope and joy and
peace.
Let it be Christmas everywhere; Let heavenly music fill the air,
Let anger and fear and hate disappear, Let there be love to last through the
year,
Let it be Christmas, Christmas everywhere.
--Let it be Christmas, Alan Jackson




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